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Oct 2014
Some days I don't have
fantasies about suicide.

I don't have a war in my mind,
I got a pack of wolves begging
for the next fix,
and sometimes it's
a mess of aspirin
and sometimes it's
a bowl of cereal.

**** yeah,
ain't that mediocre sublime?
Can't you feel where it burns,
but stays the same... just...
Warmer?
Austin Heath
Written by
Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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