"I'm sorry that you have to see the strength inside me burning."

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Hover.

bring in the booze, they suck at my ooze.
where is the noose? i got nothing to lose.
a choking, poking; the living at the edge.
stoning and toning, been hit by the ledge.

a shadow scraping through every somehow.
a creeping and seeping, i crave kill me now.
hear me out, why won't they, i'm sliced lard.
here about, i shout, since i've been hit hard.

caught in this fraught, fighting the pump;
i must need to relieve, by taking a dump.

but thats a two-minute solution hover,
cause you only do a hostile takeover.
you rip at every sip, any progress i do;
i just might as well sell my soul to you.


;[signed]