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Nov 2013
Drinking alone my friend
Sounds familiar doesn't it?
The phones not ringin
Because no one cares
But the grass is greener
In the bottle at the bottom

Right?

Who am I kiddin
No ones listenin
Sittin alone, sippin alone
That's the flow of this poem  

Depressed again. Whatever.
I'm over it and alone
I know this is wack, but it's how I'm feeling.
Zach Gordon
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Zach Gordon  Kentucky
(Kentucky)   
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