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My eye twitched, then I wrote this.
Heart made of glass,
Please drop it fast,
With every tear it grows in mass.
In this mess it will not last,
Holding on to the dreadful past,
By this gun my brain is about to have a blast.
Blame the television,
Blame the games,
Blame the music,
BUT IT'S MY FUCKING BRAIN!
Please drop it fast,
With every tear it grows in mass.
In this mess it will not last,
Holding on to the dreadful past,
By this gun my brain is about to have a blast.
Blame the television,
Blame the games,
Blame the music,
BUT IT'S MY FUCKING BRAIN!
Published 21st May 2013
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23rd May 2013 5:14am
Hello.
I like how you separated the events and described each section as its own. For me, I would like more description as to how it is a mess in the second group.
I hope this feedback helps.
I like how you separated the events and described each section as its own. For me, I would like more description as to how it is a mess in the second group.
I hope this feedback helps.
