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Feb 2015
There was a time, once, when I was proud. When I would let my voice run loud. I had no ounce of shame , and I would run against the crowd.

And there was a time when I was loved. Always crowded, grabbed, and hugged. Everybody knew my name, and I was highly spoken of.

There was a day when I was kind. When I kept my heart less confined. But I'll never be the same. I can't simply press rewind.

Now I'm just a ***** drunk.
A pathetic waste of space.
Never getting what I want.
Always slapped across the face.
I have nothing left to give.
I have no more love to gain.
I have no great life to live.
Just an ugly world of pain.
My life. My words.
Arlo Disarray
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