Irony - Poem by Ryan ....
I go out to breath freash air
Light up a smoke and begin to stare
I obsess with the thought of not going crazy
So tired of being so lazy
I'm a beast at soothing
I'm the best at losing
Always chasing nothing
Hating on loving
I'm a walking contradiction
Living to die
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