niccy

this time i sit at my desk waiting. waiting to make another mistake. waiting alone. waiting to turn on the music. waiting to fold laundry, fuck!!! waiting to find what i'm looking for. waiting to score. waiting to string my guitar. waiting to go to the bar. waiting to do my homework. waiting to stop being such a jerk, to other people, to me. waiting...
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i sit at my desk. wondering when everything became such a mess. money doesn't grow on trees. and no matter how you like not everyone says please. i know everytime i'm feelin blue music turns my frown upside down. yet the record player still doesn't turn. i sit in quietness. so all the stress. it realyl soaks in. soon things will be normal again. and...
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