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It's been three sunrises since my eyes have closed Ain't had a drink in one long week There's toil and trouble, my brain is like rubble My vision is blurry Mine eyes doth see double My conscience has not been acquitted I sold it to the highest bidder My brain is a mess, a pawn within chess By my demons, I've been slighted There's much to confess Ambition had been twisted in unscrupulous knots I stared blankly at the ceiling until the sun rose My mind is a maze; I've been up for days My stomach is empty My demons sing praise I haphazardly buried my reckless past Indeed, it repaid me with a cruel vengeance Collecting my fears through so many years I've poisoned my body With too many beers...
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Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC
Too Many Bee...I Mean, Years
It's been three sunrises since my eyes have closed Ain't had a drink in one long week There's toil and trouble, my brain is like rubble My vision is blurry Mine eyes doth see double My conscience has not been acquitted I sold it to the highest bidder My brain is a mess, a pawn within chess By my demons, I've been slighted There's much to confess Ambition had been twisted in unscrupulous knots I stared blankly at the ceiling until the sun rose My mind is a maze; I've been up for days My stomach is empty My demons sing praise I haphazardly buried my reckless past Indeed, it repaid me with a cruel vengeance Collecting my fears through so many years I've poisoned my body With too many beers...
I wrote this just now, and I haven't slept in nearly 40-50 hours. Hopefully, it makes sense.
adam-kinsley
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37/M/Mesa, AZ
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC
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