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Apr 2017
Nobody cares bout your heart ache
start making money
Walkin round town folks
looking at me funny ;
No practical skills
not a lawyer or a genius but..
I can tell you how it feels
in multitudes of ways
To not wanna be real
to want to fade away ;
I can show you how
my inner being drowned
From being in this town
from staying on the ground ;
Everyones an alpha dog
always looking down ;
Never eat the scraps
just leave them on the ground ;
I often danced to sounds
like no one was around
To noise they couldn't hear
till no one was around..
Mark The Vagabond
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Mark The Vagabond
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