Hatred / Easily Distracted - by Erik Smith

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i hate this snow
i hate myself
and i wonder
could i kill myself
in such a way
to stain all the snow
on my porch
on the lawn
looking like a cherry slushy
bloody cold and oh so mushy
a nightmare for my neighbors
a dream come true for me
kill the fucking pain
kill this family tree

kill a snowman
kill a cop
kill the mailman

i hate you
what the fuck is wrong with you
judge me
die
time to die
you and i
will die shortly
my last goodbye

 

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