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Jun 2012
Bottles all around him, half empty,
as he lies on the floor.
Feels absolutely nothing,
knows nothing because he is...

Just a boy,
losing hope,
losing faith.

He has,
no control,
of everyday.

Won't run out of beer, he's got plenty,
so he drinks some more.
Drowns himself in his dreams,
has millions of dreams because he's...

Just a boy,
on the run,
from his fate.

Because he,
can't carry,
his own weight.

Bottles all around him, empty,
as he lies dead on the floor.
Feels absolutely nothing,
knows nothing because he is...

nothing.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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