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Oct 9
I fantasize about what lies beyond for me when I go,
My demons still whisper to me while I dance with the Diablo,
My happiness is as fake as the smile that I show,
Drinking and writing are the only escapes that I know,
This is the end of the beginning so at least take a look and witness,
My last grasp of sanity,
Welcome to the Memoirs of a Tortured Genius.
Written by
Thomas Moore  M/Las Vegas
(M/Las Vegas)   
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