It's all getting so damn boring. I'm always frowning, night to morning. What's there left to do in this town? There's nothing here but gossip spread around. I've done it all. I felt so tall. Now I'm trapped in this boring haze. Trying to smile my way through days. This shit is getting so consistent. Wishing my imagination truly existed. Voices in me telling lies. Close my door and let out cries. I can't do this boring thing anymore. Life's become a repetitive chore. I have so much and hate to vent. I just want one thing; to be content.
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16. quirky. trying to stay positive.
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