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decisions

by joshua-lederman

why don’t you go for a swim in the river wearing concrete shoes? something to do to kill some time a good way to kill your lover too surprise, surprise I couldn’t find a bar tonight at least not one that would have me or fulfill my dreams now I’m sobered up and looking for a fight so tell me... have you ever heard the sound of raindrops on the rooftops? or a heartbeat in the backseat? it's hard to see the car crash with your hands over your eyes so keep off my doorstep stay away from my soul you can’t have this one I’ll save it on my own but it doesn’t really matter: I’m already dead. so I guess the only question is: a bullet in the kneecaps? or this cigarette I swear will be my last?
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Dec 30, 2013
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