youngblood

an experiment
in prosepoetry

 
 
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void avoid responsibilities
thats what you do
dance around what must be done
like a fuckin ballerina
fuckin disgraceful
left with a means to spend your days
you default to a state of wasting your days
day after day after day after day
crippling your own well-being and
falling deeper into apathetic ignorance
a pit of pitiful mess
feeding yourself excuses
about timing and context and need
when you could make shit happen
so —— so easily
its stupid.

 
 

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2015—2020

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