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The Concluding 20


Posts: 1000

Once this profile obtains 1k posts. I will be leaving. I will place the final 20 posts within this thread.

I enjoy the little running joke "you can't leave, don't say goodbye." 

So that's ok. I won't. 

I can quit harder things than a forum.

I'll write here what I please. 

 

Stress. Keeps. Building. 

 

 

Long this is coming.

Has been.

Long has this been coming.

 

It's ok , I'll fall to the background.

Backdrop drops, and now I go goodbye

Never to rise, always to be out of sight.

 

Moments , minutes , unmissed 

It's not remotely tragic

Weeks, days, months, years

What's the difference?

 

With one I saw eye to eye

Given in to Suicide

Hell is where I reside

Suicidal Disciple Since 5

I've no reason to lie

Could have been saved

With a few words I could say

Withheld 

Why?

Gone now

Goodbye

 

Can't ever sleep 

Look at my face

Looking for nothing

The blood went gushing

All because I didn't do nothing.

Decisions Decisions

Declension isn't easy

I'm not fronting.

Toe tags and a body bag

Blood spatters for the boy with no Halo

From the cradle to the grave so empty

Him or me you think?

666 all he see

Every night he don't sleep

Rip

That's the way it be

I'll take a drink in rememberance of thee

Irish Whiskey

Exuberant lunatic they think

Through with it

Suicidal cult shit 

Chill and watch the blood drip

Subliminally tell you how to trip

Except it's highlighted 

Put in your face, 

Don't do nothing with it

Like I could give a fuck

I show you the door

You stupid thirsty horse

Can't be asked to care no more

 

Got a bunch of baggage

Got allot of bad habits

Got damaged black lungs

Not on accident 

Bloody tragic

Always ashin smoke I be dragon/draggin

Gave another hint, but you don't know

How I make words so flexible

 

 

 

 

Some people aren't born to be blessed with tragedy in their blood.
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Why leave though? 

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last edit on 1/31/2020 9:53:33 AM
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I was in the wrong place at the right time

Run away from life

Lookin for a silver line

Find a way out

Ravage and pillage

No one listens

Wandering the wrong path

What you say with your tongue

I never want to know how it feels

Hexed and I

Never been better

Seek a vendetta 

Fighting the quicksand

It's loves to be hit

Brings you in with a smile

I wanted someone anyone 

So I didn't have to feel alone

Lost in the mud

Im neck fuckin deep

Y'all tweak when your foot getz wet

I push down

Never quit till I cash out 

I need it I feel it I want it

Forever I'm movin 

Slow

Hundred down

Break it off 

Hot like a sauna

Boiling blood

The convicts I eat like tums 

The wolves all run

Drinking and driving

Remember the summer of 2016

Motorcycle flies

150 

Shoulda RIP

Took my chances 

I'm that dead mother fucker

Damn close to being thrown in a hole

I've overdosed

dragged in the mud 

It loves all the struggling 

Watches you kill yourself

Actin like you know my mind

You don't even realize

Walk in witta dead witch

Bad habits so dramatic the addict

Lonely

Lookin ghostly

Surrounded by smoke till I RIP 

dealin with the demons in my mind in real time

I seen some fuckin shit

Staring at the smoke as it twists and disappears 

I get fucked up when I feel alone

So I'm always fucked up and never sober 

No love is given 

Heart turns to stone 

Smiling ear from ear my demon near

Whispering in my chills 

I'm already dead 

I'm not afraid to look within

Never been concerned with being in a ditch

Don't care about making the list

Never learn my lessons 

Holding my breath

Seeing crucifixes to nail myself to forever

Pour up me another

 

Outside in the night

Umbrella top get hit by rain drop

Got a pound of the chronic

Higher than the top of a mountain

Hey

Bitch I still got to stunt

Put a Glock in my skull 

Suicide brains go plop

Shut the fuck up about your issues

Need a damn tissue

I don't do it how it's supposed to be

No rules for me

I say what I want

Jealousy makes a man go crazy

And they want what I got lately

 

Smoke my weed and Poppin lsd like it's candy

I'm in an alley smokin that drough

I'm from the land of the no lives

The people you walk by

Don't run from the cops

They just drive by

Don't look at me

Nobody say hi

 

Smoke my weed with the windows up

Thats the way I like to puff

 

I smack a bitch for asking nice

Don't make me tell you twice

If you got feelings for me lemme know

Been ready to die

But I ain't got no patience

You feel me

I be throwing the rocks 

Breakin(g) your windows

If you don't get them 

I got them

Their necks all tweak

Because they just don't see

What's influencing thee

I switch perspectives subliminally

I got demons around my throat

Do you believe me

I'm never breathin'

We them crooks we takin what we please

Make masterpieces 

Rule number one

Never mention Jesus

 

Fuck boy pull up

Fuck boy 

Hold up

What the fuck you think this is

Ain't a game

Fangs in your throat

Shadows descending

Is that soul bullet proof

Or do you want another buzz

Take another hit lil Savage and finish the rest

 

Devil's out tonight

Burnt the pages

Can't escape the past

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

I'm broken by design

The next day may never arrive

 

Arrived at the same block

Mask off

Watched a man give in to design

I couldn't kiss goodbye

Thomas I don't lie

I feed it in the slow mo

I big bad wolf

Huff puff lots of smoke

Grey clouds 

Failed everything in school

Say I got a sharp tool

I'm broken by design

 

Burning bridges with those who can't relate to me

Hello myself and I

Leave it full disclosure

What you think I'm being sly

Assume the space inside

Look me eye to eye

Ain't no hope in my eye

I ain't that type of guy

Reaper cut my throat

Ready to reside 

They assume the tone to get by

 

I'm in a zone

Slumped on the couch

Bought to knock out

Not reading what I put down

Some people aren't born to be blessed with tragedy in their blood.
Posts: 1000
1 votes RE: The Concluding 20

I can't fucking rest

Got shit on my chest

Not like the rest

Gave into death

Can't catch my breath 

Feel like I'm next

Some people aren't born to be blessed with tragedy in their blood.
Posts: 1000
1 votes RE: The Concluding 20

Gripping my chest

Ran out of breath

Just give me what's left

The bodies I've touched

The souls that I've kept 

I know you been hurt

The angel's have wept

Ran out of tears

All that remains is death

Notice

 

Some people aren't born to be blessed with tragedy in their blood.
Posts: 2818
0 votes RE: The Concluding 20

People who announce they are leaving dont stay gone. Announcing leaving implies the forum is important enough to them to make a scene about their big decision. They keep thinking about it, and rope themselves back in.

In the 10 months this (excluding old sc) forum has existed every person who has announced they are leaving (unrealated to the initial forum transition) has come back. The only ones who havent returned just quietly stopped coming back because they've lost interest.

See you in 2 months when you inevitably get bored.

Sc is pretty boring.
Posts: 1662
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Cain said: 

I was in the wrong place at the right time

Run away from life

Lookin for a silver line

Find a way out

Ravage and pillage

No one listens

Wandering the wrong path

What you say with your tongue

I never want to know how it feels

Hexed and I

Never been better

Seek a vendetta 

Fighting the quicksand

It's loves to be hit

Brings you in with a smile

I wanted someone anyone 

So I didn't have to feel alone

Lost in the mud

Im neck fuckin deep

Y'all tweak when your foot getz wet

I push down

Never quit till I cash out 

I need it I feel it I want it

Forever I'm movin 

Slow

Hundred down

Break it off 

Hot like a sauna

Boiling blood

The convicts I eat like tums 

The wolves all run

Drinking and driving

Remember the summer of 2016

Motorcycle flies

150 

Shoulda RIP

Took my chances 

I'm that dead mother fucker

Damn close to being thrown in a hole

I've overdosed

dragged in the mud 

It loves all the struggling 

Watches you kill yourself

Actin like you know my mind

You don't even realize

Walk in witta dead witch

Bad habits so dramatic the addict

Lonely

Lookin ghostly

Surrounded by smoke till I RIP 

dealin with the demons in my mind in real time

I seen some fuckin shit

Staring at the smoke as it twists and disappears 

I get fucked up when I feel alone

So I'm always fucked up and never sober 

No love is given 

Heart turns to stone 

Smiling ear from ear my demon near

Whispering in my chills 

I'm already dead 

I'm not afraid to look within

Never been concerned with being in a ditch

Don't care about making the list

Never learn my lessons 

Holding my breath

Seeing crucifixes to nail myself to forever

Pour up me another

 

Outside in the night

Umbrella top get hit by rain drop

Got a pound of the chronic

Higher than the top of a mountain

Hey

Bitch I still got to stunt

Put a Glock in my skull 

Suicide brains go plop

Shut the fuck up about your issues

Need a damn tissue

I don't do it how it's supposed to be

No rules for me

I say what I want

Jealousy makes a man go crazy

And they want what I got lately

 

Smoke my weed and Poppin lsd like it's candy

I'm in an alley smokin that drough

I'm from the land of the no lives

The people you walk by

Don't run from the cops

They just drive by

Don't look at me

Nobody say hi

 

Smoke my weed with the windows up

Thats the way I like to puff

 

I smack a bitch for asking nice

Don't make me tell you twice

If you got feelings for me lemme know

Been ready to die

But I ain't got no patience

You feel me

I be throwing the rocks 

Breakin(g) your windows

If you don't get them 

I got them

Their necks all tweak

Because they just don't see

What's influencing thee

I switch perspectives subliminally

I got demons around my throat

Do you believe me

I'm never breathin'

We them crooks we takin what we please

Make masterpieces 

Rule number one

Never mention Jesus

 

Fuck boy pull up

Fuck boy 

Hold up

What the fuck you think this is

Ain't a game

Fangs in your throat

Shadows descending

Is that soul bullet proof

Or do you want another buzz

Take another hit lil Savage and finish the rest

 

Devil's out tonight

Burnt the pages

Can't escape the past

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

I'm broken by design

The next day may never arrive

 

Arrived at the same block

Mask off

Watched a man give in to design

I couldn't kiss goodbye

Thomas I don't lie

I feed it in the slow mo

I big bad wolf

Huff puff lots of smoke

Grey clouds 

Failed everything in school

Say I got a sharp tool

I'm broken by design

 

Burning bridges with those who can't relate to me

Hello myself and I

Leave it full disclosure

What you think I'm being sly

Assume the space inside

Look me eye to eye

Ain't no hope in my eye

I ain't that type of guy

Reaper cut my throat

Ready to reside 

They assume the tone to get by

 

I'm in a zone

Slumped on the couch

Bought to knock out

Not reading what I put down

The quicksand analogy, it's interesting because I had thought that about myself and then 2 hours later you wrote that somewhere on one of my posts about me sinking in it and I was mad because I felt like you psychically stole my own metaphor for what I was going thru at the time 

 

but turns out, you feel that way yourself lol. and I rose above it and am fine now, hope you can too, even midgets can find a happy place in this world ive seen it. Maybe pick up dancing for $$ as a hobbie/career :p but ya maybe SC isn't the best place for you. Lil man in a big world

 

There are midget and autist forums btw, I even made a thread about that for you a while ago when you were complaining about sc as usual 

last edit on 1/31/2020 3:44:59 PM
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Idk honestly what your problem with me is, im fine with your poetry threads sometimes they are enjoyable to read

Posts: 1662
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I'm sure both I and blanc, and others you dislike on the forum would be willing to act more friendly towards you if you werent so negative and projective all the time

Posts: 1000
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Cain said: 

The quicksand analogy, it's interesting because I had thought that about myself and then 2 hours later you wrote that somewhere on one of my posts about me sinking in it and I was mad because I felt like you psychically stole my own metaphor for what I was going thru at the time 

Except, I wasn't writing about just me . if you read and ponder on it, you'd see I'm talking about somebody else.

 

 

In the 10 months this (excluding old sc) forum has existed every person who has announced they are leaving (unrealated to the initial forum transition) has come back. The only ones who havent returned just quietly stopped coming back because they've lost interest.

See you in 2 months when you inevitably get bored.

 I do it for me. Not you. This is the point I'll gladly disprove. Cutting and trimming fruit. 

Act like I'm addicted to you. I've got other things to do. 

Some people aren't born to be blessed with tragedy in their blood.
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