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PoETE Poet-Pete May 2015
Hard to live with all of this weight, when it gets rough I begin to hate, follow me there is all that I hear, it's not so easy and that's what I fear, hold my strength with full grip, this path is wet so I can't slip, tear my face to endless pleasure, time right now is hard to measure, steal a cloud and take that walk, life is real and that's my shock, even ice is oh so brittle, take me there or shrink me little......
Have to make it thru life before you die, now look up to the sky , and swear that you will continue to try and make it thru life before you die.

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