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May 2013
A plastic bottle of antibodies,

A sliver clamshell of cigarettes

The best suit you could afford

And a car you can’t pay for.


What’re we here for, for the quiet adoration of all the beautiful things?

Or for the collecting of wealth so we can **** up what was natural in the first place?

**** **** ****

Get her pregnant and raise that child,

If you do than don’t father haphazardly, don’t regret what came naturally.

Deal with those things, those problems that you just happening to be alive, brings.

Hold fast and **** courage, all you need is that moment to shine in glory.

Do it for me, and for you and for all those who brought you to this cross roads, neglect, and happenstance. A combination of what life looks like at a glance.

Whether big or small, little or tall.

The harder you are, the more difficult it will be to break you when you’re on the cusp of the greatest thing your cramped hands have led you too thus far,

And I’m driving on a wet highway, covered in rain, and I can’t understand why I can’t slip past the pain,

The fog in the air clouds my decisive decisions to keep this battle drudging on or whether just to give in.

GIVING IN.
erich
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erich  The Moosic Mountains
(The Moosic Mountains)   
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