Back Mountain Chicken
My brain in fryingIm slowly dyin
I wish i could take everything back
but I keep on surviving
I cant keep writing
So I'll take up typing
My head is hurting
I feel something is biting
Its fucking wit my sight
Im afraid of heights
My wrist is swollen
fingers are stuck
What the Fuck
The ducks inh the cage are rough
they kicked my ass yesterday
I threw it up today
Everyday is the same " mutha fuckin" thing
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