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*You're a just a pathetic little weakingling that nobody will ever love. Your own father rejected you because he knew what was to come. You can't stay in sports, you give up on your talents. You waste your good looks, and you're all out of balance. You disappoint your family, hell, you were a worthless mistake. Yeah, go ahead, pick up the bottle, you always seem to break. You can't keep it together, and you're a failure at life. You bargin everynight with the same, dull knife. You think god isn't real, hah, he is, he just has better things to do. Than to try and love a miserable **** up like you. You couldn't even hide those petty little scars. And now the world can see what waste you are. You hurt your mother; you make her cry. Yet you have the audacity to wonder why. Look at yourself, you're a wreck, you're a mess. All you bring others is worry and stress. So go ahead do the world a favour. Don't even bother with the pencil and paper. Forget the blades, and forget the pills, just get it right. Grab the gun and you can end it all tonight*. The voices told her this everynight. She was giving up; she didn't want to fight. Society altered her beautiful mind. And a dead body is all you'll find. No one understands, why she ended her life. All people can do is mourn; cry; wonder why. She was beauty, she was a wonder. Then her scars were well discovered. They spoke a story, loud and clear. As if she herself whispered the answers in their ears. She locked herself up to fight a battle alone. A battle that she could have easily won. She pushed there love away, for the fear of rejection. While spiraling into a manic depression. Fear in her eyes that nobody saw. Now everyone looks and wonders with awe. All that's left is to say goodbye. An angle is born, and the demons died.
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
perfectly-flawed
Suicide
*You're a just a pathetic little weakingling that nobody will ever love. Your own father rejected you because he knew what was to come. You can't stay in sports, you give up on your talents. You waste your good looks, and you're all out of balance. You disappoint your family, hell, you were a worthless mistake. Yeah, go ahead, pick up the bottle, you always seem to break. You can't keep it together, and you're a failure at life. You bargin everynight with the same, dull knife. You think god isn't real, hah, he is, he just has better things to do. Than to try and love a miserable **** up like you. You couldn't even hide those petty little scars. And now the world can see what waste you are. You hurt your mother; you make her cry. Yet you have the audacity to wonder why. Look at yourself, you're a wreck, you're a mess. All you bring others is worry and stress. So go ahead do the world a favour. Don't even bother with the pencil and paper. Forget the blades, and forget the pills, just get it right. Grab the gun and you can end it all tonight*. The voices told her this everynight. She was giving up; she didn't want to fight. Society altered her beautiful mind. And a dead body is all you'll find. No one understands, why she ended her life. All people can do is mourn; cry; wonder why. She was beauty, she was a wonder. Then her scars were well discovered. They spoke a story, loud and clear. As if she herself whispered the answers in their ears. She locked herself up to fight a battle alone. A battle that she could have easily won. She pushed there love away, for the fear of rejection. While spiraling into a manic depression. Fear in her eyes that nobody saw. Now everyone looks and wonders with awe. All that's left is to say goodbye. An angle is born, and the demons died.
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The two-thirty train Sweeps beside the river I spent this moment in silent meditation So many nights So much of Spring So much of Summer This train is beautiful ambient noise accompanying every thought filling this room a soundtrack of clarity I thought of laying awake with you from a distance I thought of laying awake alone somewhere else missing the two-thirty train It's starting to smell like Spring It's starting to smell like Summer It makes me think closeness It makes me think of distance Its a sick sweetness I fondly remember moments far from fond We stayed up talking on a school night Youthful indiscretion Half asleep giving anything to stay up Wanting to see inside of what you thought you were Wanting to hush your mind What you thought you should be but weren't Some nights I vividly recall shallow breathing right beside me Inside my ears You were as much here as you were there I fall asleep with your breath tucked away in my brain If I close my eyes you're beside me But unable to embraced Some nights I wouldn't dare sleep Busy big hands with a little screen Clicking touch-pad letters Giving you a thousand reasons to stick around A thousand resolutions A thousand promises And my thousands hours at your disposal It's noon the next morning You've yet to wake I questioned if you would In my mind we stayed up till dawn Nursing you with what I have at my disposal Sweet words Every one true The night before, I had heard the train I was slumped into my pillow Observing you from a distance Asking that anything salvage you Asking to carry your burdens I begin to bargin That you stick around longer with me I lay here Where I laid then The train is beautiful ambient noise I slip away from these memories In time to hear the train depart Its been a year and I think about that night You woke up I always want to make sure you do
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 6:29 AM UTC
spookydust
The Two-Thirty Train.
The two-thirty train Sweeps beside the river I spent this moment in silent meditation So many nights So much of Spring So much of Summer This train is beautiful ambient noise accompanying every thought filling this room a soundtrack of clarity I thought of laying awake with you from a distance I thought of laying awake alone somewhere else missing the two-thirty train It's starting to smell like Spring It's starting to smell like Summer It makes me think closeness It makes me think of distance Its a sick sweetness I fondly remember moments far from fond We stayed up talking on a school night Youthful indiscretion Half asleep giving anything to stay up Wanting to see inside of what you thought you were Wanting to hush your mind What you thought you should be but weren't Some nights I vividly recall shallow breathing right beside me Inside my ears You were as much here as you were there I fall asleep with your breath tucked away in my brain If I close my eyes you're beside me But unable to embraced Some nights I wouldn't dare sleep Busy big hands with a little screen Clicking touch-pad letters Giving you a thousand reasons to stick around A thousand resolutions A thousand promises And my thousands hours at your disposal It's noon the next morning You've yet to wake I questioned if you would In my mind we stayed up till dawn Nursing you with what I have at my disposal Sweet words Every one true The night before, I had heard the train I was slumped into my pillow Observing you from a distance Asking that anything salvage you Asking to carry your burdens I begin to bargin That you stick around longer with me I lay here Where I laid then The train is beautiful ambient noise I slip away from these memories In time to hear the train depart Its been a year and I think about that night You woke up I always want to make sure you do
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... the host waylaid! I knew a woman on the street Terrified and weary. She had no place to go Her prospects were dreary... I took her in my home, First checking with my folks. She had a desire to help me I knew this was no hoax... But she had a brother And his common-law wife I was talked into helping THEM The decision caused much strife... They parked their car behind our house - and they slept inside it I would have done more But my folks decide it... They never stole a thing He helped in the garden The ladies helped inside It was a good bargin... Until I found the couple Had a penchant for SPICE. A designer drug Its effects far from nice... I was put out totally And asked them all to LEAVE But I've been friends with the sister And so my spirit grieves! The lady I had helped out at first Uses no drugs nor drinks I have to decide... ... I ask you what you think. Should i take her BACK? Allow her to stay? I'm not sure what to do... ... and continue to PRAY!!! SoulSurvivor
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 2:51 AM UTC
SoulSurvivor
The guests who stayed...
... the host waylaid! I knew a woman on the street Terrified and weary. She had no place to go Her prospects were dreary... I took her in my home, First checking with my folks. She had a desire to help me I knew this was no hoax... But she had a brother And his common-law wife I was talked into helping THEM The decision caused much strife... They parked their car behind our house - and they slept inside it I would have done more But my folks decide it... They never stole a thing He helped in the garden The ladies helped inside It was a good bargin... Until I found the couple Had a penchant for SPICE. A designer drug Its effects far from nice... I was put out totally And asked them all to LEAVE But I've been friends with the sister And so my spirit grieves! The lady I had helped out at first Uses no drugs nor drinks I have to decide... ... I ask you what you think. Should i take her BACK? Allow her to stay? I'm not sure what to do... ... and continue to PRAY!!! SoulSurvivor
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I We are made of wood, we rot from the inside out, for men of STONE went extinct years ago. We are the trees our a  r  m  s and   l                                  e                                  g                                  s                                      are branches Our fingers twigs and leaves our hearts easily set     a         l            z                                               b          a           e         by emotions carved on our trunks We burn for one another like a forest fire, but if we all fall to the flame we will soon be men of  a  s   h    e     s .... II Where are the golden halos? the jeweled crowns of the gods? have they tumbled from the h e a v e n s down below the sea pass hell's gate and into your hands? They're looking for them, they'll find you. But not until April, because Persephone will be back by then, and hell will be less tense. Until then, guard them. You know the demons come out at night, ready to bargin, but dont make the deal. Wait for April. Wait for the flowers to bloom, and the rain to fall, before you return the crowns. III They came on horses in gold and red. My father and his friends stared at them in the way only arrogant American men can. They trotted on by with their horses that wore blindfolds and gold horseshoes.   They did not say a word. They did not look at anyone. They           did                   nothing                                  wrong. My father sleeps with the blindfold on at night and carries one of the horseshoes in his pocket. I haven't seen the gold and red horse riders since they came that one day with no words to say                                       and no eyes to be met                                                                                on their blinded stallions. My father says we're not allowed to talk about them. He doesn't let me wear red and gold anymore.
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 2:16 AM UTC
cheyenne-majors
X HISTORY
I We are made of wood, we rot from the inside out, for men of STONE went extinct years ago. We are the trees our a  r  m  s and   l                                  e                                  g                                  s                                      are branches Our fingers twigs and leaves our hearts easily set     a         l            z                                               b          a           e         by emotions carved on our trunks We burn for one another like a forest fire, but if we all fall to the flame we will soon be men of  a  s   h    e     s .... II Where are the golden halos? the jeweled crowns of the gods? have they tumbled from the h e a v e n s down below the sea pass hell's gate and into your hands? They're looking for them, they'll find you. But not until April, because Persephone will be back by then, and hell will be less tense. Until then, guard them. You know the demons come out at night, ready to bargin, but dont make the deal. Wait for April. Wait for the flowers to bloom, and the rain to fall, before you return the crowns. III They came on horses in gold and red. My father and his friends stared at them in the way only arrogant American men can. They trotted on by with their horses that wore blindfolds and gold horseshoes.   They did not say a word. They did not look at anyone. They           did                   nothing                                  wrong. My father sleeps with the blindfold on at night and carries one of the horseshoes in his pocket. I haven't seen the gold and red horse riders since they came that one day with no words to say                                       and no eyes to be met                                                                                on their blinded stallions. My father says we're not allowed to talk about them. He doesn't let me wear red and gold anymore.
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I am dumb, stupid, and unintelligent, I an barely write for I am inelliquent. But are those two statements ones I believe? Do I doubt myself with little reprieve? And are those words even the truth? And if they are, where is the proof? Who  says my intelligence is my only value? Or that my skills or talents are very few? I don't have answers for these questions here' But I have been given advice so dear. "You are not stupid, For stupidity is foolishness. You are not dumb, For the dumb cannot speak." I am more than the knowledge I store, I am worth more than anyone could bargin for. My skills don't define me, My IQ isn't my identity. I was given a purpose I will one day see, For thats why I believe God created me. He's given me an imaginative mind. He's blessed me with the desire to be caring and kind. Does this mean I don't doubt anymore? That I don't wonder what my purpose is for? I still doubt, even with proof, But I know I can always turn to the truth. I just remember that simple phrase, This quote that reminds me everyday. "I am not stupid, For stupidity is foolishness. I am not dumb, For the dumb cannot speak." And just because I don't know everything, doesn't mean I'm weak.
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
Snowfie62900
Neither Stupid or Dumb
I am dumb, stupid, and unintelligent, I an barely write for I am inelliquent. But are those two statements ones I believe? Do I doubt myself with little reprieve? And are those words even the truth? And if they are, where is the proof? Who  says my intelligence is my only value? Or that my skills or talents are very few? I don't have answers for these questions here' But I have been given advice so dear. "You are not stupid, For stupidity is foolishness. You are not dumb, For the dumb cannot speak." I am more than the knowledge I store, I am worth more than anyone could bargin for. My skills don't define me, My IQ isn't my identity. I was given a purpose I will one day see, For thats why I believe God created me. He's given me an imaginative mind. He's blessed me with the desire to be caring and kind. Does this mean I don't doubt anymore? That I don't wonder what my purpose is for? I still doubt, even with proof, But I know I can always turn to the truth. I just remember that simple phrase, This quote that reminds me everyday. "I am not stupid, For stupidity is foolishness. I am not dumb, For the dumb cannot speak." And just because I don't know everything, doesn't mean I'm weak.
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pick em up,  brother and roll the dice, friend 7 & 11 are winners the rest? just pick up the dice & roll em again til it seems alright the government man doesn't ask for my advice & I'm sick of the way he keeps a'bargin on it I think its time we forget all the bets just keep the dice rollin & see what we get & keep on rollin til we get to the end life's kinda hard but I ain't thru with it yet
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Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 4:06 PM UTC
jeffrey-robin
rollin"
pick em up,  brother and roll the dice, friend 7 & 11 are winners the rest? just pick up the dice & roll em again til it seems alright the government man doesn't ask for my advice & I'm sick of the way he keeps a'bargin on it I think its time we forget all the bets just keep the dice rollin & see what we get & keep on rollin til we get to the end life's kinda hard but I ain't thru with it yet
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Too simple still To fall in love This chest was born wide open Displaying vital organs An extraordinary bargin Then they began to slip away were broken, cracked, or stolen. And walls were built and made to stay But now my heart is swollen The fear of joy For all my days A path that could be certain Because of that Potential threat To this most vital ***** E. Poe Oct. 2013
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
elsbeth-poe
This Most Vital *****
Too simple still To fall in love This chest was born wide open Displaying vital organs An extraordinary bargin Then they began to slip away were broken, cracked, or stolen. And walls were built and made to stay But now my heart is swollen The fear of joy For all my days A path that could be certain Because of that Potential threat To this most vital ***** E. Poe Oct. 2013
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Patience, Is the only necessary condition, When dealing with emotional ice. In a way, That hours clip those moments of sadness, & help us realize, That what happened, Really did happen. Common sense, Is the cliff, when seeing things, You couldn't see before. Like those old stories, Which unravels showing evidence of morals. A portrait painted with our fingertips, & rain water. The oceans were a country. A developer of nature's union. Like a mundane plea, Becoming a bargin for soul transportation. Tranquility, Is the only effect, To the cause of pain.
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 4:35 PM UTC
david-johnson-3
"The Oceans Were A Country"
Patience, Is the only necessary condition, When dealing with emotional ice. In a way, That hours clip those moments of sadness, & help us realize, That what happened, Really did happen. Common sense, Is the cliff, when seeing things, You couldn't see before. Like those old stories, Which unravels showing evidence of morals. A portrait painted with our fingertips, & rain water. The oceans were a country. A developer of nature's union. Like a mundane plea, Becoming a bargin for soul transportation. Tranquility, Is the only effect, To the cause of pain.
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Follow me, I'll show you I'll walk along the roads with you And stones they cast at you Are cast at me too. Branded outcast, forbidden There is no place we haven't hidden Left smitten, in the sake I **** in. Your brand name, your fire Promises to take me higher Leave me weeping in regret Your such a clever liar You know me, you showed me Should of listened when they told me Cheap bargin and I sold me Now only sin consoles me.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
christopher-black
Alcohol
Follow me, I'll show you I'll walk along the roads with you And stones they cast at you Are cast at me too. Branded outcast, forbidden There is no place we haven't hidden Left smitten, in the sake I **** in. Your brand name, your fire Promises to take me higher Leave me weeping in regret Your such a clever liar You know me, you showed me Should of listened when they told me Cheap bargin and I sold me Now only sin consoles me.
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My ideal love is a love that catches me by surprise. The realization of intelligent things and conversations that literally take us anywhere. My ideal love is a love that expresses ideal. The ramifications that influence us to be who we really are in front of who we are. A love that doesn't mind bargin shopping and putting together hundred dollar outfits that really cost $10. The reality that its the most simplest of things that are most significant. A spontaneous love that doesn't mind the predictability of living today before exploring the mystery of tomorrow. Here after the after thought that we exist in the past as well as the present simultaneously. If ever in need I'll do my best to provide all that I can for an ideal love. Through these actions I believe the true miracle is achieved. An ideal love that is beyond ideal. Who sets the where and how we meet, the institutions of bliss where the masses are limited to love and longing. To find patience and compassion sitting on the front lawn on the same institution. As long as she provides a kiss that can send me outside of my own thoughts, and pull me closer to hers. My ideal love wouldn't be based on a B.E.T movie. A single expression that summarizes a scorned woman letting go. A cliff note of lust soon as the next sceen fades to black. Her ******* pulled down not knowing the dude is secretly abusive. 140 minutes gone by to realize the last 5 mins were the ones that made her truly happy. The woes of love. My ideal love is a woman built with ambition but with a heart big enough to understand that without sacrifice nothing is truly accomplished. A culture made in truth, ripped off by those who ignore that struggle is what makes us who we are. The courage to walk out in front and be who we really are. A real woman that doesn't mind lounging around the house that knows whom Budda and Huey Newton was. This revolution of ideal starts the moment I realize that I never stood a chance. The surprise of her lips against my cheek. I drink from this remedy each time you open your lips. So in silence I gasp. As you caught me off guard, My ideal love
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
kewayne-wadley
Huey & Jazmine (Ideal Love)
My ideal love is a love that catches me by surprise. The realization of intelligent things and conversations that literally take us anywhere. My ideal love is a love that expresses ideal. The ramifications that influence us to be who we really are in front of who we are. A love that doesn't mind bargin shopping and putting together hundred dollar outfits that really cost $10. The reality that its the most simplest of things that are most significant. A spontaneous love that doesn't mind the predictability of living today before exploring the mystery of tomorrow. Here after the after thought that we exist in the past as well as the present simultaneously. If ever in need I'll do my best to provide all that I can for an ideal love. Through these actions I believe the true miracle is achieved. An ideal love that is beyond ideal. Who sets the where and how we meet, the institutions of bliss where the masses are limited to love and longing. To find patience and compassion sitting on the front lawn on the same institution. As long as she provides a kiss that can send me outside of my own thoughts, and pull me closer to hers. My ideal love wouldn't be based on a B.E.T movie. A single expression that summarizes a scorned woman letting go. A cliff note of lust soon as the next sceen fades to black. Her ******* pulled down not knowing the dude is secretly abusive. 140 minutes gone by to realize the last 5 mins were the ones that made her truly happy. The woes of love. My ideal love is a woman built with ambition but with a heart big enough to understand that without sacrifice nothing is truly accomplished. A culture made in truth, ripped off by those who ignore that struggle is what makes us who we are. The courage to walk out in front and be who we really are. A real woman that doesn't mind lounging around the house that knows whom Budda and Huey Newton was. This revolution of ideal starts the moment I realize that I never stood a chance. The surprise of her lips against my cheek. I drink from this remedy each time you open your lips. So in silence I gasp. As you caught me off guard, My ideal love
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My eyes are red like a sunset, Devils dance. my end of the bargin has been met. Welcome to my rainy day Forces and darkness come out to play My life ebbs again At the end of a ball point pen
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC
Actualityandfalseness
motion sickness
My eyes are red like a sunset, Devils dance. my end of the bargin has been met. Welcome to my rainy day Forces and darkness come out to play My life ebbs again At the end of a ball point pen
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O -:-:-:- O < < • >><<•>> jjjj <> Getting ready ! ----- We a bit behind -- The show • LOVING EVERYBODY ALL THE TIME ... ? that's asking a lot you know! • •• ( the bargIn was made Before we came ) ••• •• • We sit around this the campfire In the woods We tell many stories We send smoke signals across cold skies •• Some dreams flourish Others. ? Oh Everyone gets along somehow •• ( and you just a tiny speck Down there (Upon the road) • And a raven up on high •• But We gettin ready ! We movin steady ! Entering THE SHOW ! Ain't really hard YE know You know LOVIN EVERYBODY ALL THE TIME
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
jeffrey-robin
mountain song
O -:-:-:- O < < • >><<•>> jjjj <> Getting ready ! ----- We a bit behind -- The show • LOVING EVERYBODY ALL THE TIME ... ? that's asking a lot you know! • •• ( the bargIn was made Before we came ) ••• •• • We sit around this the campfire In the woods We tell many stories We send smoke signals across cold skies •• Some dreams flourish Others. ? Oh Everyone gets along somehow •• ( and you just a tiny speck Down there (Upon the road) • And a raven up on high •• But We gettin ready ! We movin steady ! Entering THE SHOW ! Ain't really hard YE know You know LOVIN EVERYBODY ALL THE TIME
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(                     •               ) ~~~^^^~~~^^^~~~^^^~~~ pick em up brother & roll the dice friend 7 and 11 are winners The rest Well just pick up the dice and roll em again ( till it seems alright ! ) The government man never asks for my advice And I'm a 'sick of the way He keeps a' bargIn on in /// I think it's time To forget all the bets Just pick up the dice and roll em again And keep em Rollin till we get to the end •• Yeah just Pick em up brother And roll the dice friend And keep em Rollin till we get to the end
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
jeffrey-robin
the gamble
(                     •               ) ~~~^^^~~~^^^~~~^^^~~~ pick em up brother & roll the dice friend 7 and 11 are winners The rest Well just pick up the dice and roll em again ( till it seems alright ! ) The government man never asks for my advice And I'm a 'sick of the way He keeps a' bargIn on in /// I think it's time To forget all the bets Just pick up the dice and roll em again And keep em Rollin till we get to the end •• Yeah just Pick em up brother And roll the dice friend And keep em Rollin till we get to the end
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* //// • || <> # # -- pick em up , brother and roll the dice , friend 7 and 11 are winners The rest (?) Well Just pick up the dice And roll em again Till it seem alright The government man Never asks for my advice And I'm sick a the way He keeps bargIn on in ••• I think it's time we forget all the bets Just keep Rollin them dice Just to see what we get And keep em Rollin Till we get to the end •• So Pick em up , brother And roll the dice , friend and keep em Rollin Till there's nothin left to win
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
jeffrey-robin
... spent some time in Reno playin poker ~ ~
* //// • || <> # # -- pick em up , brother and roll the dice , friend 7 and 11 are winners The rest (?) Well Just pick up the dice And roll em again Till it seem alright The government man Never asks for my advice And I'm sick a the way He keeps bargIn on in ••• I think it's time we forget all the bets Just keep Rollin them dice Just to see what we get And keep em Rollin Till we get to the end •• So Pick em up , brother And roll the dice , friend and keep em Rollin Till there's nothin left to win
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I bargin for simplicity Of life To come and haunt me Instead of dry Dusty leaves Stone temple Voodoo curses And late night Sun rides
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Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
karisa-brown
Voodoo Sun
I bargin for simplicity Of life To come and haunt me Instead of dry Dusty leaves Stone temple Voodoo curses And late night Sun rides
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what bargin between life and death an alliance that we accept but faith is all that we have left
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 11:48 PM UTC
stu-harley
Faith Is All That We Have Left
what bargin between life and death an alliance that we accept but faith is all that we have left
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To win you I would stand naked on a hill for i am just a man with no morals no morals at all and I call that a bargin the best i have ever had so look at me do not make me feel small for all i am is man.
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Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 12:50 PM UTC
paul-hardwick
You.
To win you I would stand naked on a hill for i am just a man with no morals no morals at all and I call that a bargin the best i have ever had so look at me do not make me feel small for all i am is man.
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