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Jul 2017
You're looking out
Of private eyes
Wearing shades
In disguise
But your soul-talk
Never lies.

You hide in dresses
Garish red
You break your back
You break your bed
Can't you get it
Through your head?
One more shot
You may be dead.

Russian Roulette's
No game to play
It's all a gamble
As you say
Want to live
Another day?
If you die...
You'd better PRAY.

You strut the streets
You sail in yachts
Your jetsetter life
Is paid for. Bought.
You can go to Fiji
But your thoughts
Are still around
They can't be fought.

You drink & drug
To hide the scars
Wear long sleeves
For all the mars
A lowlife *****
A superstar
Wherever you go...

... there you are.


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/21/2017
No matter where you go or what you do you'll always face the enemy. YOU.

I know. I was an addict. But I died... in Christ. Now HE is in control. I still have to wrestle self. I still have troubles. But it's LIGHT-YEARS better than it was.

Thank you, GOD! ♡
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