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Aug 2013
You're the lost beauty on a beautiful day.
Wishing it would rain to wash all the pain away.
The build up of irrational thoughts, improper behaviors no cognition at all.
Did you ever wanna die but never had the nerves to try?
Wondering maybe should i try to get by just getting high?
Falling into a wicked illusion that will eventually form a brain contusion from all the pain it will cause.
So its time to grow some ***** and man it up.
You cant have it worse then a starving third world country baby with dad or mom not there at all.
Turn to those who try to give advice, even if its wrong say its right then splice away all the bad keep the nice.
Jeff Hollender
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Jeff Hollender  NJ
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