roommates
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I love to talk.
I may talk to you
Or,
I may talk on the phone (talk, not text).
I may talk to myself.
Top floor bed and ladder't railing I'm brave you know
I'll exit my loft with feet facing out.
Backwards hand grip, reach back up and grab discarded socks
Why do I always feel like I’m facing my sins?
All I do is post stupid commentsAnd all it does is flow up like vomitMy mind seems to soar like a cometPraying' for inspiration like MohammedMy momma said be happyGive them girls kisses, way sappy
You tell me to
state my mind
when I am quiet.
You force me to
share my thoughts
on the daily things.
But when it comes time
to voice what I believe
