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The Poet that touched the blandest world
Sugar. you mean cocaine?
Meth is not your friend these days, ol friend.
I’ll take it as it comes and turn away from all false hope and busted knuckles
find some silence and get to sleep.
I use to give advice now I’m just telling lies.
liars are just story tellers for the insane.
they make up shit fast as they can, rolling glory to the promised land
to die in your arms would fulfill my broken heart
and then bust my ego plummeting all the way to the ground
© Love Letters or Suicide Notes 2024