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I really couldn't give a title to this poem.

I got no feelings in my legs,

Feeling like I am running on pegs,

I just came back from blacking out on stage,

But now I am here,

Back to square one,

Staring down the barrel of my gun,

I got the tendency to blow my head just to

see what's going on...

Inside I use to love life

Now I just love the lies

Different mistresses every night

As I give my regards down to earth

Back to my home, where I reside in the dirt.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar