Bum Reputations
By XII
Someone call the infantry
To help me through my infancy
All these hurts on mah body
Are never very realistic
Did I cause it at all
Why do I even ask
Can't I just go to sleep
Slowly breathing meek
Are you alright
Are you OK
Who is having our good days
Is it a close friend
No one knows or ever cares
About your common love affairs
So if you keep stressing the throne
You end up even more alone
About Me
- XII
- All of this bad thinking gets boys in heaps of trouble. You know, you know?
There is some writing and shit here. I guess you could read it.
Here is the stuff that I write. Because I am a writer: songs, poems, stories. It's all here folks. No one, I think, reads this super intently and it's mostly just a nice record of my writing. I also just like having a blog. But, if you're here feel free to read anything at your leisure. XII
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