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Feb 2010
sun comes up – one more empty day
all the world’s gone and vanished
to opaque

all alone – no place to go
it’s hard to be in love when
everyone’s a ghost

walk along – tread empty streets
machinery roars with more life
than the people I see

i’m afraid – this life I fell in
has finally found a way to **** me
again

can’t do it – far too much fear
want to be like the others, but just
can’t disappear

late at night – pass out in bed
resort to smoke to do this favor
for my head
jerard gartlin
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jerard gartlin  69/M/Portland, OR
(69/M/Portland, OR)   
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