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at breakfast for weeks, every channel was full
blown --distant-- disaster. my teenage rock
callous attitude as tangib..
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come in, come in. you know it's far
too wholesome out. your weak flesh will burn in that son's harsh glare. it's
okay, he'll..
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Smelly worker that toil and sweat with me!
Oh how you reek! Turning stomach and nose!
Thy strong odor of a deathly d..
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with weary eyes
from wandering
and sore skin
from constant
groping,
I stop at a silent splash,
suing t..
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before you reach out to the cold
empty pillow beside your head,
before you run your hands desperate
searching for..
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5am never tasted so good. it fills my lungs
as yesterday's last cigarette rushes into today.
days like today make th..
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Just your vibration
in a blue jean left pocket,
forces me to smile.
breathe deep into those
dark sacs they have ..
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“There’s things a man
learns from living,
things he learns in
hell.
There’s things I..
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“Why are you scared to dream of God,
when it's salvation that you want?”
-BrightEyes
sometimes I..
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384 miles of highway rush
desperate as an addict
over my four wheels.
every inch closer to you,
more painful than the last.
your s..
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