The life that I live is the life of a fly,
Glued to the wall I'm higher than high,
I shed a single tear from my 96th eye,
Born just to breed, eat shit, and die,
Born without purpose I'm living a lie,
Freedom so fleeting there's not time to cry,
So talk to the stranger and give life a try,
Or get back to eating shit and waiting to die.
About the Creator
Cotten Runt
*Wide Eyed And Dead Inside*I have been beneath the bottom of the barrel we call addiction. I've tunnelled my way out of my hole and reaching the surface I am blinded, so let me use my words, let me tell you what I have learned.
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