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sumtimes, it's nothing but tiding over...just making it. 2003-07-11 4 12:52 p.m. finally fell asleep around 4:40am or so... back up @ 8am for sch... going back & forth in my mind -- back/forth back/forth back/forth back/forth back/forth back/forth ..."don't be stupid eli, don't hurt yrself, fight, battle, it isn't worth it, what's a quick fix gonna do? how can u help yrself this way? how can u hurt yrself this way? don't, don't, no really -- don't, stop, don't, please, i'm pleading here, sumbody help, where's my helping hand? where's my hand, walk away bruh, u're smarter than this, don't be stupid, don't hurt yrself, how bad d'you need this? go sleep or smthg, please, please, please"... & u get so tired y'know? so so tired... "i could use someone to talk to...but all my conversations with men seem to revolve around music..." -- Saul Williams. y'know? sumtimes, poets don't say anything cool. anything metaphoric. sometimes they don't use wordplay, they don't amaze, they don't bend language over backwards in2 contortionist positions. they don't use clever double entendres. they don't speak anything. except what's honestly & unabashedly upon their heart. previous - next