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life
I woke up, first.
Opened my eyes, second.
I made breakfast, it was all burnt.
Didn't waste time getting dressed,
I did make notice to dye my fading roots.
Obviously, I have my priorities straight.
I cried for fifteen minutes,
A cry a day keeps the killing sprees away.
...I made that up, nothing else justifies it.
My family fought once,
Fought twice,
Fought thrice.
I would go on but I suck at math.
The car ride was fun;
"Why should I care about her?
She doesn't care about anyone else.."
I do care, just not nearly as much as I show.
Also, I can hear through headphones.
Then it was family picnic time.
As I watched them stuff their faces with food
far too expensive and bitter,
Laughing over what we're all told is funny,
Smiling at the ugly dog that pisses all over,
Wishing this feast was over,
I realized this is our lives.
Forever fake.
I woke up, first.
Opened my eyes, second.
Opened my eyes, second.
I made breakfast, it was all burnt.
Didn't waste time getting dressed,
I did make notice to dye my fading roots.
Obviously, I have my priorities straight.
I cried for fifteen minutes,
A cry a day keeps the killing sprees away.
...I made that up, nothing else justifies it.
My family fought once,
Fought twice,
Fought thrice.
I would go on but I suck at math.
The car ride was fun;
"Why should I care about her?
She doesn't care about anyone else.."
I do care, just not nearly as much as I show.
Also, I can hear through headphones.
Then it was family picnic time.
As I watched them stuff their faces with food
far too expensive and bitter,
Laughing over what we're all told is funny,
Smiling at the ugly dog that pisses all over,
Wishing this feast was over,
I realized this is our lives.
Forever fake.
I woke up, first.
Opened my eyes, second.
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