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Complex 2004
The stench of stale cigarette smoke filling the hallway for the second night in a row.
The screaming of that crack whore echoing throughout the complex,not long before sirens follow.
The same twenty-something's drinking beer outside my neighbors door talking about their "plans" again.
I just want this head ache to go away and another Reece cup from the the fridge cubby.No where to be and no where I would rather be.
This apartment gives me my daily dose of reality TV to laugh at.Everyone is clueless and filled with false glory.
I can't escape the black void that is slowly dragging the newbies down,I just manage to step on the heads of those closest to the bottom.
I know that I'll get out alive but in order to do that Ihave to be patient and wait
everyone will either kick the chair out from under themselves or,I'll be the fucker to do the kicking.
The screaming of that crack whore echoing throughout the complex,not long before sirens follow.
The same twenty-something's drinking beer outside my neighbors door talking about their "plans" again.
I just want this head ache to go away and another Reece cup from the the fridge cubby.No where to be and no where I would rather be.
This apartment gives me my daily dose of reality TV to laugh at.Everyone is clueless and filled with false glory.
I can't escape the black void that is slowly dragging the newbies down,I just manage to step on the heads of those closest to the bottom.
I know that I'll get out alive but in order to do that Ihave to be patient and wait
everyone will either kick the chair out from under themselves or,I'll be the fucker to do the kicking.
Published 28th Dec 2017
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