Here goes nothing; my silence wilts. I write cheap poetry out of boredo- loneliness, I write from loneliness. Honestly, I've written better. I've done so countless times. But when you're alone, high on one of the biggest lows of your life, cliché is all you got.
Here goes nothing;
my silence wilts.
I write cheap poetry out of boredo-
loneliness, I write from loneliness.

Honestly, I've written better. 
I've done so 
countless times. 
But when you're alone, high 
on one of
the biggest lows of your life, 
cliché... poetry stories
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Truth. All I have, really.

Here goes nothing; my silence wilts. I write cheap poetry out of boredo- loneliness, I write from loneliness. Honestly, I've written better. I've done so countless times. But when you're alone, high on one of the biggest lows of your life, cliché is all you got.

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