every day, you must say oh how do i feel about my life anything is hard to find when you will not open your eyes when will you accept yourself when? every day, you must say, oh how do i feel about the past & there’s no one left to blame. i sat in my room and i drew up a plan but plans can fall threw as so often they do. and time is against me now? i am sick and i am dull and i am plain. how dearly i’d love to get carried away. but dreams have a knack of just not coming true…and time is against me now.
i am sick and i am dull and i am plain, but who and what’s to blame? anything is hard to find. & when will you accept yourself? anything is hard to find when you will not open your eyes.
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Lesley Gore
Ciccone Youth
story title: Ah, the itchy flakes, it is flaming. To, the gels and creams, it is pertaining. To, a fungus mold cured by injection. Hope it’s only Ah, a yeast infection. Ah, the itchy flakes, it is flaming. To, the gels and creams, it is pertaining. To, a fungus mold cured by injection. Hope it’s only Ah, a yeast infection.
story title: Now I vomit cum and diarrhea. On the tile floor, like oatmeal-pizza. Fill my toilet bowl, full of a cloudy puss. I feel the blood, becoming chowdered rust. Now I vomit cum and diarrhea. On the tile floor, like oatmeal-pizza. Fill my toilet bowl, full of a cloudy puss. I feel the blood, becoming chowdered rust.
story title:Roll into my bed, which does consist of, Lice, bugs and fleas and yellow mucus. Stained, dirt vaseline, toe jam and boogers. Stomach acid worms, that dance in sugared sludge. Roll into my bed, which does consist of, Lice, bugs and fleas and yellow mucus. Stained, dirt vaseline, toe jam and boogers. Stomach acid worms, that dance in sugared sludge.
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