.club 27 has reached capacity.
your silence is weighted.
poured on thick and antiquated.
a lethargic bonfire.a mixed bag of emotional six flags.meeting with a muffled yawn.
_______
it’s time ___
to be_________
a grownup
___________________________
or find your own path to heaven.
either way, if you are really lucky only a handful of souls will actually notice that you are gone.
i don’t wanna fuck this up i don’t wanna fuck this up i don’t wanna fuck this up i don’t wanna fuck this up i don’t wanna fuck this up i don’t wanna fuck this up i dont wannfuck thisup i dont wannfuckthis up idontwnnafuck this up
…ah man, and just when i was getting so good at fucking everything up too.
lithium carbonate.
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Club 27 Has Reached Capacity - F. T. Willz
PoetryEvery poem by F. T. Willz I could find. Some of them are titled by me seeing as they didn't have any titles or dates to use as a chapter name, although every poem is definitely written by F. T. Willz. Enjoy.
