It's sweeping the nation, that's a fact. From England to Ireland and all the way back. From the US to the ES from Canada too. From him, and me and ludacriss too. Everyone one has it some point in their life. Is it a disease, a virus, a beating, a strike? Is it punishment for what we have did wrong, bound to be bored almost all day long? It never goes away even when you sing a song. It lurks when you have nothing to do. When you are trying to get peace and tranquility too. It starts at dawn and doesnt die 'til moon. 'Til you are asleep, 'til you have bloomed. It's creeping on me it's lurking very near. It's consuming my brain with absolute fear. It's taking over my insides, it's trying to capture me one more time. It leaps, it jumps vine to vine, it finds you when you have nothing to do, and nothing to find. When you are sleepy and can't get asleep, it hears your cries and drifts you to thee. It's powerful, strong, everlastingly young. Watch out, it's near, Boredom has come.

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 He is hot, irresistible you see, with his sarcasm, the was he talks and walks. With his very short hair, boney figure, but with muscles, yes stronger than me. You would think he was shy, well then you would be very wrong, cuz inside there is no shy bone in his body. He is speacial, he is one of a kind, she says if you do him wrong you should do time, he is careful, gentle, even when she wants him to be rough (Yet she never tells him), but he is very playful and that is enough. He is young and fun, skinny and tall, the most sarcastic wonderful person he is, and all she has to do is make sure to be his.

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It seems that we are just a number, a thing, a human being. To her we are just an annoyance, something to get rid of. She uses us under our very nose, but we don't see what she is doing. But I see the troubles, but who would believe me? If told she'll bite your head off. You see, she hates you telling her secrets. Everyone blinded by her kindness that they cannot see her evilness. Her darkness is more powerful than her kindness, you see. Lucky for you you're not me. I only see the bad side of her, rarely do I see the good. As all of this darkness is taken out on me, I feel as worthless as a penny. I'm just one of a million, the most unlucky. That is why I am prone to bad luck, you see. But what I do not understand is, how do I love this woman?

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