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Feb 2018
poor another shot
getting drunk
on gasoline

blazingΒ Β through my lungs
charring through my soul
advancing through my mind

pain of regret
of the better times
lost to traverse
my mind

may I ever escape
can I be that hero
I always wanted
to be

this my last shot
to be something
I'm not
Written by
darktowers  23/M/Oklahoma
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