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Oct 2014
living in a box a shop front for a home

no where i can go just walk about and roam

living like a caveman out there in the wild

all i seem to be is someones long lost child.



i feel so alone when night begins to fall

as i lay my head against a concrete wall

if only i had stayed where im supposed to be.

lonlieness despair i would never see.
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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