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Thursday, 18 November 2010


The dawn stirs me up with a nauseating sense
The beautiful lass I craved for is long gone,
Everything seems futile, so empty
Push myself through the rain
On my way to the far beyond…..

I see a father and his lad on the passageway
 Solitude gives me a cold stare
I cry, not caring a bit for what people might think
Good riddance to all the memoirs

Every turn leads to a downward spiral
The alcohol doesn’t arouse me anymore
Heartbreak my season companion
I scream a silent howl
Inflict a greater pain on me


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