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Oct 2014
I once smoked dope like the Vatican was made of ***** and I was the Pope. I've had *** with too many women, even I know, but I hide behind a faux  sincerity, like I belonged to the Sinatra's.

I came into this world with another soul, but I wonder in what fragment of time will I go. If life were a height, I've jousted it with a pole. Close to loosing it all, and just as close to a perfect score.

We walk a thin line of one or the other, singing songs of love, and the absence of love. Powered by our want to accomplish something bigger than flesh and bones.

I will starve my ego, and feed my soul, I will forgive myself for the things I've done without control.
Feedback is appreciated, thank you.
Written by
Chelsea R Mack  Florida.
(Florida.)   
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     Harley Hucof
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