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Im so high and drunk so I can avoid my problems and in the haze of oblivion I wrote this ...
A Poem:
Small I feel
Tiny like a bug
Hurt I feel
Even in my bed
Not snug
Pain that comes
Pain in my brain
People
They play
The cruellest of games
Friends I have
When sleep
Draws near
But when I wake
All that’s left is fear
A looser
In life
A lost game
that’s internal
I don’t care cause I have livejournal
Last edited by feral cat; 09-15-2004 at 11:21 AM.
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