I don't/want it back.

Im just a scardy cat to run away from fairbanks to anchorage
to run away from my problems and pain but i'm going insane
I can't be rhyming right now, I miss so many people
i've burned so many bridges
why do am I writing on this shit
I should not be on drugs, that shits bad. WOOO.

Im so self concious i'll lay it on the table
My esteem is like a penny worth a cent.
Here i am not making any sense.
So tough on myself, I hope when I have kids I don't make they don't turn out like me.
What is the purpose of life, oh my. If people would see this blog I wouldn't know what they would think, So I wouldn't even guess.
How honest to I have to be, cuz I write this out for me to read
but I still lie to myself cuz I'm afraid. But why am I afraid
all this emotion comes out so fast, I'm not even slowing down
typing, My mind is running a million miles an hour
DO i wanna search for the fame, or is the fame a prison
that secretly looks tempting to the broke and little.
Is love on the inside?
What am I talking about?
SHould I post this?
What if someone reads this?
hahahaaaa

ohh the joys.
Oh the joys.

Oh the ups and downs.

I analyze waaay to much,
But im not taking a step back and looking at the joy just yet
because these drugs are here to make me feel.
They don't help me see.

I'm going to church tomorrow.

I'm way to weak.

I failed math and shouldn';t have graduated highschool
hahaha.

Math isn't everything though in life, but damn if I was good at that
I could put the peices of my life together like an equation.

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