i'm not looking for sympathy. and i'm still drunk from last night. i don't have to work but from the looks of things I'm just gonna ****ing bail on a bus for portland tomorrow and hitch up in a hotel. pick up my paycheck, pack the necessities, get the bus, shack up in a hotel and just ****ing leave
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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