i will break a pool stick in half, then start to beat myself with it in front of you and your friends, who are drinking 40's on the cement stoop.
screaming at the top of lungs between the whooshes and smacks of the swings and impacts.
"AM I MAKING ANY FUCKING SENSE NOW?
HOW ABOUT NOW?
OR NOW?"
painting bruises on my body, just to make you upset.
just to convince you of something i'm not even sure of.
the sun will rise in a couple of hours, and tomorrow will become today.
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