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(this time my poem is literal)

Here we go again blast it
nothing ever ends
how its suposed to end
nothing ever spins how its suposed
to spin
it all came crashing down
ontop of my head
and now im the clown
its my fault
im to blame
no wonder everything
is still the same
no wonder you dont care
NO WONDER i dont matter
im not gonna stop this
it will drop and shatter
skatter over the floor
walk on it barefoot remind me of that fact
you dont care anymore no it isnt i tact
im not trying to get you back
it would be nice but a waste of time
cuz it would be short
just like everything i ever poured into
everything i was real with
suddenly dissapeared into bliss
what a waste of time
what a waste of rhymn
ohwell doesnt matter
there goes my dreams
look at that shatter
beautiful all over the floor
walk over the glass more and more
ohwell doesnt matter
there goes my plans as they fade and shatter
boom goes the dynamite
boom goes my rhymn
boom goes that feeling for all of time
the feeling where im flying on air
the feeling where im no longer scared
the feeling where im free to be
the feeling of just being me
boom goes it all
boom it drops like a waterfall
boom there it goes
boom its finished
now all of my thoughts are diminished
so goodbye last of my hello's
so sit back like you always do
and watch this story unfold