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Giving Up

Yeah, whatever.

I’m not doing this any more.
I’m giving up,
witness me!

Giving up. No more trying for me.
Why should I?
Everything goes wrong.

Love, lust, work.
Might as well give up on life.
Or at least this life.

Get me a new one,
forget this shit.
Relocate, quit this country.

Get somewhere else,
just fuck off,
who cares about independence, anyway?

Start another business,
or continue with the old.
Make jewellery and sell it.

I hear women like jewellery.
Maybe I’ll write as well.
Just quit Glasgow altogether.

I hate this place.
I hate this life.
I just want to be elsewhere.

I want to be with her,
I want my freedom,
I want cuddles.

I want a good life.
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