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Sep 2016
Throw paint on the wall
Let it just drip
Paint it
Black and red
I traded in
Eating
For lack of sleep
I'm sorry
I lost all connection
With my shadow
It use to hang off
The tips of my toes
I'm sorry


I couldn't give you
My best years
I became too infatuated
With my own misery
Ericjwgibbs
Written by
Ericjwgibbs  Belleville
(Belleville)   
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