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No direction no cigarettes no money nowhere to go, stranded. No sleep I watch the people walk by I watch the cars and the rain People go home to their families people go home and want to die. Nostalgia. Sunlight pours through the haze for a moment and sinks away I think of you often maybe too often You’re ****** just like me all me do is drown, drown, drown. Lust drunk ***** waiting, waiting to destroy unintentionally destroy others then theirselves and weep for the past. There’s strangers everywhere watching questioning my motives… a man at the table next to me give me the eyes All I want is a cigarette one **** smoke. Ah, God, I lost the notion strangling, tangling, growing roots to my sick, sad, soul The people I witness coming into shopping malls are like rabid animals Wild eyed and gazing targeting their next material purchase to try to fit into society killing off humanity with selfishness, selflessness Scared children, holding their mothers hand growing up to be fools to fit into this place With eyes like knives, awaiting your presence to rip your insides out onto the pavement and ******* eat you alive. In the car watching the leaves thrash the pavement the breeze is hollow and unforgiving I think, and I don’t want to be here when the cold front blows in and releases it’s chaos. I’m so ****** half dead, like the light in your eyes. This is how people become homeless This is how people make it big.
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Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 5:38 PM UTC
How people become homeless
No direction no cigarettes no money nowhere to go, stranded. No sleep I watch the people walk by I watch the cars and the rain People go home to their families people go home and want to die. Nostalgia. Sunlight pours through the haze for a moment and sinks away I think of you often maybe too often You’re ****** just like me all me do is drown, drown, drown. Lust drunk ***** waiting, waiting to destroy unintentionally destroy others then theirselves and weep for the past. There’s strangers everywhere watching questioning my motives… a man at the table next to me give me the eyes All I want is a cigarette one **** smoke. Ah, God, I lost the notion strangling, tangling, growing roots to my sick, sad, soul The people I witness coming into shopping malls are like rabid animals Wild eyed and gazing targeting their next material purchase to try to fit into society killing off humanity with selfishness, selflessness Scared children, holding their mothers hand growing up to be fools to fit into this place With eyes like knives, awaiting your presence to rip your insides out onto the pavement and ******* eat you alive. In the car watching the leaves thrash the pavement the breeze is hollow and unforgiving I think, and I don’t want to be here when the cold front blows in and releases it’s chaos. I’m so ****** half dead, like the light in your eyes. This is how people become homeless This is how people make it big.
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Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 5:38 PM UTC
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