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shooting stars

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checking in...

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AHH ... dont no show on me!

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i spent a shitload of time on this.
so i hope you like it.



appeared in an instant no remembrance of before.
have i died? was i born? tell me what am i here for?
i explored and decided to take a step but i fell through
and implored into a world that really only hell knew.

....a fallen star....

wake up! your good for nothing and i am really sick of this.
you sleep all day you have no job your a piece of shit.
as a kid you shined bright you were the twinkle in my eye.
and now its like i wish you werent even born! i wish you die.

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such harsh words from a woman i call mother.
i got out of bed stumbling my room was all flustered.
with clothes and notebooks scattered all about.
and i could feel the ghost of depression huvering around.
i began to clean and ran across some photos i hate.
before my father died. life was nothing but great.
looking back today i realize that this life is nothing but shit.
and my happy angels slept on me. so i am tired of it.
i looked at a picture and studied deep into my fathers eyes.
and he spoke to me. as if he was telling me to die.
the words popped into my head like a bloody suicide attempt.
and deep down death is what i wanted so i stood contempt.
not to reject but i listened to his words like reopening scars.
my life is a waste i had it great and now im nothing but a fallen star.
and ive fallen far. i think of happiness my neck the belt is holdin.
and at the second i was about to die. but then my door opened.

and there standing was my father dressed in a akward pale black.
as if he jumped out of his picture he saw my embarassment stared back.
he looked emotionless and callous at that his eyes showed nothing.
and at last i saw the man that for years i was missing also while loving.
i spoke to him but i knew he wasnt talking back i dropped the belt
my eyes had spat the tears of yesteryears hell the love was felt.
i dropped to my knees sobbing begging for my father to take me back.
to the skies that we once roamed and made speckles in the oceans of black.
my mom told me i was crazy but i never listened to that so i went for it.
went with the mad i used to call dad to return me to the skies to sit.
and shoot often i wouldnt live if it wasnt for going out on a limb so i left with him.

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back to the skies
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this was the story of a man named alex mack and the tale of his fall.
he thought he left to the skies to fly but had imagined it all.
his life was a mangled mess and insanity raged at his brain.
no one to blame besides the fake voices of imposterous laughter.
his mom found him. hung to death. hanging by a belt by his rooms rafter.



we're all famous in our hearts......dont shoot stars

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wow thats tight, i really liked it

yeah dam good piece
if and when evolve drops i'll vote

I apologise but i am not going to be able to post.... i have just been to busy.... Sands your verse was dope... Peace