A bottle, a gunA Poem by Harley (arbiter).......
You pick up a bottle
Filled with that kind of pill I pick up a gun Telling myself to chill You can't take life anymore You turn it up and glug I don't want to live without you I embed my brain with a slug © 2012 Harley (arbiter)Author's Note
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StatsAuthorHarley (arbiter)the age of classic rock , ARAboutI am different. I am the unforgiven. I was born october 1997. I just write because I want to express my feelings in more ways than music and art. I'm just a guy trying to get out of the rain and sur.. more..Writing
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