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Suicide is the subject matter. And no, I am fine. A long time ago they gave me a pill for that.
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Money Money, Money Money, Money Money, MONEY,
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Budwieser cans melting, in a three day old fire,
The rain thats fallen, for the last two hours, sizzles and pops.
Three of four, remain, drenched, d..
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Still working on this.
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One day your memorizing nursery rhymes,
The next, your throwing the switch.
Life goes by, like a baseball pitched,
Ending with a "smack" in the w..
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The people have spoken,
Gotten up out of their chairs.
One thirty A.M.
The outcome still up in the air.
Not sure I want to know
Who will be in..
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Words are the wonders, of all the world
We spin them , change them, and make them twirl.
Words can be calculated, words can deny,
Then, those aw..
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Time is recalculated, as we whip around the sun.
Walking faster and faster, finally, trying to run.
Millions of us, sharing all the same spaces,
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You were riding piggy back, through the darkness
Tripping over paper, placed under your tongue.
There was a man chasing us,
through the woods with..
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Reds and yellows, bright Explosions, on the page.
Colorful adjectives, descriptive words to Guage.
Paint to let out the feelings inside.
Write fr..
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