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" A Campsite by The Lake"
A quiet time is so much needed.267Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6CtkT6Q7rg
A time to reflect, and forget the troubles of my life , so deeply seeded.
I wish I could be here forever that kind of peace is needed.
The bullies, the assholes, and the douchebags are buried in the cemetery in my unconscious mind , with a visitation book unsigned.
No gathering of family or friends just a goodbye and a common stone that says Fuck Them! in spray paint and a can left behind.
They could if, I think hard enough they would be burning in Hell and screaming and melting inside.
Forget that stuff, I want to just smell the fresh air and hear the call of the breeze that kisses my cheek.
Like all the girls who want nothing to do with me, and call me a freak and geek and tell everyone I stink.
Forget them, they will ruin their lives, with the guy they thought was cute and buff.
Living with a child they didn't want or love, just fat alone and stretch marks is enough .
Stuck at a McDonald's as a cashier nothing above, screw them I hope their miserable inside.
I'll sit here and watch the sunset and hear the people chatting from the next campsite.
The laughing and the fun they sound like there having and having a good time. I wish I could be a part of.
If I could join them and be in of their lives, and know what feels like to be wanted and loved.
Instead, I sit here alone, with no family no friends just me alone, me , myself , and I.
It doesn't matter I know, no one cares and no one ever will, just skin and bones setting with this fire with sticks and stones and no one to hold.
I could be murdered and no one would know or care, some random dead guy.“Ol' well .
It's just my lot in life, I have to live with it I guess.
Back in the solemn place, l look at the stars and wonder if some alien looks back and thinks the same thing I am.
I close my eyes take a deep breath enjoy the night and think of a peaceful and wonderful night this is.
Through humming of a old soda machines and crickets, tree frogs, and a bug zapper.
From a cross the lake I heard blaaaaa!, blaaaaa! , and then I heard someone spit in the lake.
I couldn't help, but laugh if that ain't my life in a sentence.
Well, good night,” Campsite By the Lake”.
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