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Dec 2017
Shaking hands with warm embrace
Quaking words torn to erase
Doesn't just go away does it?
Just to know you say it does it?
With a gun to your head and them in your heart
You refuse to leave bed bc why even start
Just go to sleep at least there it's ok
That's just what you say isn't it?
A joke with no laugh I guess
Just a poke with a staff to that I digress
Becoming more convinced that you're ill
Short comings more intense almost surreal
Stop talking just to keep the silence
You stop walking just to sleep in the violence
Been drowning with no way to swim
Always frowning feeling so grimm
Someone else has them now it's over
Good for you take a bow you're sober
Why even push to be?
Why even push to see?
What's the achievement?
All it is is personal deceivement
This is who you are
This is who you are
Go back to your home
Go back to the bar
bob
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bob  28/M/pittsburgh
(28/M/pittsburgh)   
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   Delia Darling
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