MY LYF

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    MY LYF

    Feeling used and abused...
    Innocent but yet constinaly accused...
    Anger pumping through my vains what should I do...
    Drugs indrendiling in me,I need more booze...
    My heart races faster,the birds slow down...
    Trembiling with the blade in my hand that I can't seem to put down...
    Thots running thru my head like a crazy mad man...
    Poppn pillz to kill what man already has...
    Questioning ur god why the cursed must be cursed...
    Crying bloody tears as the pain deepns worse...
    Only running away seems to b in vain when u cum bak 2point "a" anyway...
    DekAying and decenegrating,my life is only a lost stray

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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