Analysis of Drugs
Jamie Jenkins 1999 (AL)
Brain dead, pills getting fed. Life came shorter unordered. To many disorders, so many brain waves id rather be dead. Chasing nothing only bread, my only friend is in bed. I have no more happiness, everything is the same. Feeling like tapping out and never return. A yank of the wheel, sit there in my last few minutes, my stomach hurts but I know I'm dead.
| Scheme | A |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 11110111101110010110111101110101011101101111110010101101101010010110111011110110111111 |
| Characters | 357 |
| Words | 66 |
| Sentences | 7 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 1 |
| Lines Amount | 1 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 278 |
| Words per line (avg) | 66 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 278 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 66 |
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2019 was not a easy year.
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