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I’ll be back

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I’m coming back home it’s been so long

I can’t remember all this time has gone

I missed the life, the swearing Brits

I missed the sarcasm, that special whit

I’ll be there soon, back in you

I’ll be gentle, can’t remember what to do

Did you miss me and my funny jokes?

They must be better now, I’m an old bloke

Going to eat so much, nice takeaways

Be unruly no work, just play

A bientôt my sunny Southend

Fuck I’ve missed you, soon be back my friend!

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This is nice

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I love it here

The sheets feel so good

My naked skin warmed

It’s been hours

I vow to never leave

Pushing into the pillow

So soft and fluffy

Turning it to look for that coldness

That fresh cold bite

Against my face

Stretching my legs

Till my feet overlap

I think about my toes

And wiggle them

Why do we have toes?

And why toenails?

Bringing my knees to my chest

Clutching at the biggest pillow

I feel safe

I feel happy

I sigh

Listening to my breathing

In and out

It’s gentle

I close my eyes

Thinking to myself

This is nice

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Goodbye suckers

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At least I’m at peace

More people came than I expected

Surprising really

I never thought about this day

To watch my children watch me

I hate to see them sad

I wonder what everyone is thinking?

Are they grieving?

Did they love me?

Are they happy?

Well there is no money

Only debt

Couldn’t even get that right

Worse than Brexit

Look at that shit it left behind

I wonder what they are going to eat?

What do you eat normally?

I would sell my soul for a fish and chips

Oh no, a nice chicken curry

Good and spicy

I wonder whether it’s still as spicy?

Goodbye suckers

I’m off to haunt my ex

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I don’t even have to exist

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I’m thinking

Quietly

Wondering in my mind

I’m enjoying the darkness

The silence

It’s almost ecstatic

Perfection as my body floats

As if the goal can be reached

My eyes are closed

But I know where I’m going

My senses heightened

I can feel my breathing

My chest expanding

I hear the inhalation

It’s mesmerising

I don’t have to worry

I don’t even have to exist

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Dieting is tough

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I used to be a skinny twig

I hated me so much

If you’d put two fingers on me

I’d fall with that touch

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I always wanted muscles

To be attractive to girls

I even drank those protein shakes

Hoping my muscles would swell

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I gave up trying

And eventually with time

The weight starting catching me

But I felt just fine

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Blood tests taken for the doc

I wonder what I’ll see

Only bad thing really

My cholesterol high for me

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The next time it was better

I was so proud of me

Under control I thought

I felt almost happy

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But each year at the docs

Another kilo would add

Too much butter and beer

Was making me get fat

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Until the comments about my weight

Started getting to me

It’s easy how it sinks in

How ever meant to be perceived

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I stopped eating mornings

Going through to lunch

Not even a snack for me

A little sugar crunch

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It’s been a month now

My trousers keep falling

I hope it’s really true

I haven’t started stalling

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It’s funny how a little word

Can get to you so much

Disorder can install itself

Dieting is rough

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I’m a little bee

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Ooohh I like being a little bee

Buzz buzz buzz

Nectar just for me

I fly fly fly

Till the lovely smelling flower

Mmmm it’s good

I could do this for hours

This garden is so lovely

Colours all around

People mowing lawns

The chorus of the sounds

I love the people watching me

As I am working so hard

Don’t they know I’m a busy bee?

Not to be en retard

I have to get back

My work is almost done

Starting to get colder now

What’s happening to the sun?

Quick quick quick

Time to get home

Into the hive

That’s where I’ll roam

With all my lovely family

I missed all you guys

Sleep tight everyone

I’m so tired, good night

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A ghost cuddler

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Been feeling down

Needed some love

So I asked my ghost

To give me a hug

She’s so nice and sweet

She always listens

It’s all that counts

She’s soft like kittens

I like pretending

That’s she’s there

That I can play with her

And brush her hair

But what I like the most

When I need to feel better

She holds me close

And nothing else matters

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Someone mentioned to me they pretend that there is a ghost and they cuddle them.

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