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scumbag kids don't like to share wmf tulips #1, #2, #3, #4

#1
playing the game.
i can't help to stop and think of my direction. the way i'm heading and where i'm going to end up. my attention slips away of what i want to see. it's a blurry sight and i can't make out the words when it passes right in front of me. i try to believe that things will be fine, but i can't find a reason, a meaning, a place to reside, to hide or a place to go. sometimes i just don't know what to do. a slow movement in a fast world. when should i stop. i never heard. so i get lost. distractions everywhere. some don't really care. some not willing to share or even matter now, but how should my life come out, will i like what i be or can i even remember all the things i did last year or even last night. will i forget my life, when it comes to a screeching hault. was it my fault. what should i do, i have nothing to prove to you or anybody else. with no wealth. i feel just fine but in time i'll start to crack or lack and i get nothing back. i'm using and losing and i'm as guilty as you mislead but something are better off not being said. i'm playing the game.

the dying breed.
why did you make everything so serious. it's getting to furious to yourself and everybody else around. why did you think you were letting yourself down, by not having the life you always wanted. to forgotten is the memories you had once before. but now you wont have it anymore. you'll never know the hurt that you wished to bring to us. the surprised look on our face when you brought yourself to this disgust. the last times not so happy times, but behind are those times. another hopeless fool. why did you have to do stupid things to bring another ending dream to life, it wasn't right. somehow what now. thinking too much time on your hands, you were afraid no one will understand. to convinced that this is the only way. to self destructed to live for another day. to planned out is the way you wanted to go out. what brought this on whats the feeling about. was it pain, was it hurt, was it love that didn't work. was it failure, was it always on your mind. was it the fact that it was your time. was it boredom, was it apathy. was it something no one else could see. how come, i guess what's done is done. i have a feeling that nobody won or will ever again. it's so sad when you lose a friend. only you knew what you could have done today. as i stand above you there is nothing more i can say.

#2
i'm tired all the time.
i'm tired, so uninspired. i'm tired of not trying. i'm tired of fighting for a cause i know i will fail. i'm tired of giving up so early. i'm tired of losing. i'm tired of failing myself. i'm tired of failing you. i'm tired of not caring. i'm tired of not coming around. i'm tired of staying. i'm tired of playing games that no one can win. i'm tired of going to sleep earlier. i'm tired of waking up alone. i'm tired of being an unknown. i'm tired of being myself. i'm tired of being with you. i'm tired of not knowing what to do. i'm tired of carrying the weight of my life on my back. i'm tired of living my life. i'm tired of living a life i don't want. i'm tired of everything being my fault. i'm tired of walking. i'm tired of staying still. i'm tired of always listening. i'm tired of not talking. i'm tired of being rejected. i'm tired of me. i'm tired of you. i'm tired of fighting when i know i will lose. i'm tired of being so tired all the time.

i have a crush on a girl with a hepcat patch on the back of her black backpack.
it's been over a year since i first saw her. it's been last school year and the beginning of this schol year. i see her every once in a while. i always see her walking past or sitting on a bench, reading or writing, doing homework or extra credit. i don't know for sure. i haven't seen her in a while. where did she go? i miss seeing you smoke your cigarettes. wearing those boots, i always see you wearing it, if you're wearing pants or a dress, you're always wear those boots. i miss seeing the tattoo on the small of your back. i miss seeing your hepcat patch. i miss seeing your sepultura patch. i miss seeing you.