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22 / M / The Dirty South
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Reflections in Mine Own CalamityTwenty two years / No fun, no revelry, no fame / Twenty two, nine years past thirteen
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May 5, 2019
Greater DistantWhat is and somehow is there again / For the arms that gripped tight at the waist / Now seem to give way
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Mar 17, 2019
SolitarinessTo be guilty / Is to be ill received / To struggle within
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Mar 15, 2019
Ride The Pale HorseDon’t leave this darkened hall for I'll always look right beyond / Whether it be shattered on some silent evening / Snuffed out by the light of the new days dawn
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Feb 13, 2019
Cheap AntisepticLust is such a pain when held in the mind / A home to some solemn a morning / The outer rim of sight distorted
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Jan 20, 2019
Cheyne StokesSolitude binds the hold within / For transgressions of the past / Sins of tomorrow quite prepared
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Jan 20, 2019
Existential QuakeTo thwart the inevitable / What lies in the failure to succeed / Something that like that of ghost
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Nov 2, 2018
Dry HitsHow am I if ever to come to grips / With this world I wished to be dismissed / Like grey sky’s that fill the autumn days
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Oct 17, 2018
ASHTo live is to die / To die is to live / What is the point of it all
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Oct 2, 2018
Cadaveric SpasmsBewildered in my own dissolution / Never thought It would come to this / As I stare down the barrel of the past 22 years
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Aug 20, 2018
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