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Pensylvania    I believe in the powers of a broken soul. highs and lows
hmmmm
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Poems

I didn't think,
Nowhere to go,
No way to live,
How was I to know?
I just went as far as I could,
Took shelter from the rain,
Tried to forget,
And sleep with a cold heart again,
Is it any better?
Am I any happier now?
My bruises start to fade,
But I'm not sure how,
To let the memories,
Disappear too,
That keep me up,
No matter what I do,
Her face will always smile,
But vanish too soon,
Replaced with anger and fists,
And that screaming tune,
That repeats through my mind,
No matter where,
It never leaves,
Always there.

Hmm-hmm-hmm
Punch.
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Hit the wall.
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Hit the floor
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Bottle.
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Glass in my arm.
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Bleed.
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Sleep.