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Dec 2013
After all of that hurt and worry
through this
Year
The only true person
there for me was my best friend,
with a cigarette
in one hand and
A cup of tea in the other

A peaceful resort for me to
Escape to

Maybe

Or maybe it just me putting my
******* up and saying
**** the free world

Let me be me and do as I please
So that day we both say out
Under the dark starred sky
Smoking cigarettes

Inhale the roses and exhale
the thorns
Cause flowers don't grow when there's a storm.
Courtney McCauley
Written by
Courtney McCauley  Washington
(Washington)   
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