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Mar 2020
There’s mountains I am climbing
No man will ever see
There’s times when I feel broken
When life won’t let me be
There’s whiskey in my bloodline
But waters what I need
There’s pain outside my front porch
It’s staring back at me

Guess that’s the way it goes now
I’m fighting on my own
I don’t know where I’m going
Just hope it’s not alone
Some peaks are not worth reaching
Some lives are cut too short
I wish that what I know now
I had known before
Written by
J  21/M/Pennsylvania
(21/M/Pennsylvania)   
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   Jackal
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