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Sep 2013
Abandoning consciousness because of the absence of sense,
No thinking, not anymore no, no thinking,
And so here he is walking past mom and dad
Cap tilted down to hide a bloodshot mess,
Fearful thoughts beating on his temples,
And so he barely makes it,
To a guilty sleep

And the same tomorrow,
A creation of sorrow..

But it's only saying one thing to wear a tilted cap covering the eyes,
You're only living to die,
Only dying a lie
For a friend
George C
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George C  United States
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