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Sep 4
Save your worries for another day
For when I come she’ll be miles away

Two words and a shot of whiskey
Somewhere lost in the open sky
Another one of my mother sons’ gone
Given in by cheap drinks and empty words

Hold on to every ******’ second
Like a steering wheel, with two hands
Ten and two marks the end of time
The loser who couldn’t feel worth a ****
Something I wrote a while back!
Nathan Tom
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Nathan Tom  19/M/Imperial Valley, CA
(19/M/Imperial Valley, CA)   
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