Crashing through the walls of my skull in a truck I can't drive with no seatbelt. Running over the old crackhead I'm explaining this to. And he's one of the good ones. by mike - Hello Poetry

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Apr 2017

Crashing through the walls of my skull in a truck I can't drive with no seatbelt. Running over the old crackhead I'm explaining this to. And he's one of the good ones.

I'd rather be alone in the woods
Starving and dying

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