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Oct 2019
We’re livin to die
We’re dyin to live
And hopeless we try
To love and to give
‘*** even in the end
When we breathe in our last
Our hearts attack the biggest mistakes of our past

Memories fade and it’s never clear
Why we were unconsciously creating the fear
Of loneliness, abandonment, and being cast out
So we grew up rough and callous fulfilling the doubt

A couple things I wish that I knew for certain
Are why friends and love only left me hurtin
Why my alibi is my greatest defense
And why my devastation makes the greatest of sense

When I was seven years old my father gave me a note
It was a hundred dollar bill, and on a paper he wrote
“Son don’t tell anyone of what you’ve been seein”
Dad was shootin dope with his best buddy Steven

There may will come a day
When our youth will pass away
When our shoes become worn
And relationships are torn

We only came to pass
Our times will come too fast
And no one knows for sure
Just what we’re living for.
Ithaca
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Ithaca  19/Home
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     Fawn, --- and Bogdan Dragos
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