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Mar 2015
I'm drowning in a pool of my own *****
And wondering if this is now my end
I hate my world and wish that I could bomb it
Rebuild it right and start it all again

I fall asleep in a puddle of my tear drops
And I wake up with a salty, crusted face
Waiting for the day the earth finally stops
And a better world can then take its place

I wake up in a hole, I'm six feet under
Buried alive, but always dead inside
I give up as I roll over and plunder
And the people of this new world try to hide
Arlo Disarray
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