A coffin nail, the acrid taste of cold coffee missing some much needed sugar. Time goes by as if seconds were hours and the weight of the world falls on one's shoulders ... a thousand thousand Mondays go by and, like one much like Atlas, feels the weight of the day and the week ... joy has past and toil is ahead. The light seen at the end of the tunnel is gone and the tunnel collapsed ... should it be ended ... should the toil be doused in oil and set ablaze and the rest of one's live be released from the turmoil ... eternal rest in cold damp soil ...

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Are you saying suicide doesn't taste good? I'm having trouble understanding what you are saying

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What a troublesome person you are.

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Wait, did I say something wrong?

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No. Just guessed.

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I'm confused...

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That's alright.

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Coffee sucks and I sleep through my mornings.<br />
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Suicide season?<br />
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Sounds like a chugga chugga loving MetalBore band.

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You're such a nice gnome, ya know?

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Look...I know you think you're smart and clever, but you are no different than all the other sophomoric "poets" who come on here thinking their faux disaffection and "I don't care what you think" attitude is something new. It's not, so drop the "I'm above annoyance" schtick and get a personality.

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It was a compliment, you, ungrateful human.

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Oh keel over.

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MUAH!

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