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Jul 2015
you'll find me
in a pile of rags
all alone
in some dark alleyway
stale cigarette
hanging from my mouth
broken bottle in my hand
faded picture in my back pocket
cuts down the length of my arms
bullet through my brain
& a broken heart
hidden under
my torn tshirt
// we all know how its gonna end //
mk
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mk
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