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May 2015
Am I adjusting to the *****
that time brings along
Am I all out of hope
what am I doing wrong?

Each thought I think
gets stupider each time
my brain is starting to stink
from my rotten tired rhymes?

Have I reached my peak
has my slide begun?
should I end it now?
stop abusing ink?
NeroameeAlucard
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NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
(Chicago Illinois)   
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