The bedroom was properly sweaty,

My hair was a frizzy spaghetti,

But a flip of the fluff,

brought me the cold stuff,

And I slept like a mythical yeti.

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6:30 AM: Get up, sore back.

7:30 AM: The traffic’s stacked.

8:00 AM: The clock-in machine.

8:10 AM: Go brief the team.

A few slow hours drag on by,

Until the midday dinner chime.

The same old meal deal on the seat,

Just forty minutes to rest my feet.

12:45 PM: Back at it again.

2:00 PM: Caffeine hit.

3:00 PM: This job is shit.

5:00 PM: Home time.

6:10 PM: Be hom...

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**Before reading this know- this was very personal and its took alot to write about this**

I sit behind my bedroom door, 

where the wood ,turns into ice,

A quiet, lonely witness to a weekly, bullies price.

The floorboards creak above me, whilst the shadows stretches tall,

A six, maybe 7 year old feeling very small.

The man who comes is bigger, with a jawline made of stone,

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The notifications pop, the vibrations hum

The world's gone deaf, and the world's f**kin dumb

A world hooked on a digital crumb

We’re staring at the screen till our thumbs go numb.

Ain’t no time to think, an no time to feel

If it isn’t on video then was it even real?

We’ve traded our souls to Steve Job’s lot

and locked our brains in an apple branded box.

You go to a gig and ...

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Init weird,

Im sat here,

just thinking of what to write

voicing my thought through an electronic note pad on my phone ,

so ,

I can get into words what im gunna say.

no structure or rhyme, not usually how I do it,

just saying things that may help me get through it,

the day

that is

stop me head exploding.

Cant think of anything,

so not gunna force i...

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I yank me collar, shoulders tight,

And step out to face the rain.

The budget's square, the future's bright

Or that’s the script to ease the strain.

I sound just like the bloke you raised,

The ordinary lad you knew.

But mam, this adult game is rigged,

It’s wearing me right through.

I juggle bills and brutal shifts,

Then scrub the teardrops from me face.

I unl...

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Levante beach , the Meds own Roil,

Of factor five and suntan oil.

A vertical forest of glass and brick,

Where the beer is cheap and the chips are thick.

It’s a high-rise, low-rent, neon dream,

There tits on show and a San Miguel stream,

In the New Town , where the spirits are high,

And the "Full English" is stacked up to the sky,

Behold the convoy, the chariot race,

An e...

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Yano me and you ,

we need to split up, 

cos,

Im at the point now where 

enough is enough,

Im tired of the shit 

and I’v made up my mind,

Living in this shadow that 

YOU, leave behind,

The constant naggin,

The half empty cup,

This whole relationship ,

is completely fucked up.

Honestly,yeah

We can argue for hours

and it can never be solved,

with a nice...

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In the district of the bearded youth,

Where the rain-slicked cobbles speak the truth,

There’s a queue that snakes like a hungry ghost,

Past the sourdough shrines and the avocado toast.

Is it a riot? A raid? An urban descent?

A New Order relaunch? An act of parliament?

No, it’s a portal of poultry, a bap-based bonanza,

The Northern Quarter’s own culinary stanza.

Behold! Rust...

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Go on then, get yourself a brew,

You don’t have to tell us what you're going through.

Sit yourself down, take the weight off your feet,

Escape for a minute from the chaos and street.

It’s frantic out there, people doing their thing,

While your head’s in a spin with the grief that life brings.

You’ve clocked into work and you’re feeling right low,

Carrying a weight that you don...

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A breakfast-time big-shot, a Rice Krispie snob,

A high-maintenance habit, a full-time job.

A breadcrumb-dense carpet, a chorus of whines,

A permanent blur on your personal lines.

There’s juice on the sofa and pen on the wall,

A peppa pig football ,kicked down the hall.

She’s a financial black hole, an expensive addiction,

A permanent source of domestic friction.

Stood in th...

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Is thirty-two supposed to feel like this?

Like 

you’re standing in a room,

 holding a map written in a language you haven’t learned yet.

You just nod and put on the shoes, 

and walk out the door.

‘Hey, did you see where I left my keys?’

Doesn't matter. We'll find them. 

We always do.

‘give us a kiss, love you.

See you later.’

Four years old now. A little person who...

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