My life

By , omaha, NE
My life is an old school lunch
i rot in the locker
after my owner leaves for soccer
i smell like moldy bread
my colors are black and red
i beg to be set free
for someone to finally notice me
but here i sit waiting
my life to take, I'm debating
i wish is was you
if only you had a clue
my life is dying away
there are no more words i can say





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