Good Riddance 2008, or "poetry i've written while alone and feeling emo", is that a dare?

What Goes Up, Must descend,

in a flaming rage of divine vengeance, apparently.

Perhaps joy is the Hubris of the naive.

Gods always punish Hubris.

life is very long, when you're lonely, he said.

Its even longer when you're sober,

and when you're sober and lonely...

well that's what it feels like to approach the speed of light.

Fuck You 2008, and fuck the beautiful years you crushed on your way through, you're welcome no more.

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