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Everything's so loud. The crowd around me, the people socializing and buying from the small shops, the loud talking on phones or with family. Walking around is a dread, it's like a room full of Pinkie'Pies, loud and obnoxious. I cut into a corner, people tripping over me like I'm nothing, not a "sorry" coming out of their big mouths. Everyone's stupid. No manners, nothing, all they do is care about money.. And I care about trash. I like to play dead in front of children, not because I'm scared, but because it's funny hearing their whiny voices for no reason. I'd like to see how much people would care if I was actually dead. I rub against the concrete walls in somewhere in New York City, people tryna trip over me and step on me, it's like I'm useless. I'm here to play dead and be screamed at by old men cause I'm in their backyard. It's fucking stupid being an opposum, cause Everything's so loud.
Poetry/Journaling — #3 If i stop posting poetry I might be d**d :p
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