

At the bottom of the bottleGlass of gin sitting by the bed. In the night, that night, that night. Head lights shinning off the ice. On that night, the night, one night.At the bottom of the bottle
When was it, that I lost my way? When was it, that I forgot what I stood for?
Glass of gin sitting by the bed. Somewhere a baby is born. When did life become nothing but a bottle? Why can't anyone seem to find me?
The snow is falling, its drifting, its coming. Another long winter, dark, dark winter. Alone in the dark, in the cold, alone. CokaCola dreams, plastic themes, warm dreams
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My Very Poor PoemBorn in the darkness, the angels, they caged me. Now Death walks beside, Cage left behind me. Never letting up, that life far behind me. A force, the force, that was born inside me.My Very Poor Poem
Someday, it will be free, Free to act. Free to kill. Free to avenge me.
For I am now what may Have been. And I am not, only what Has been seen. I am now, and will always be. Tomorow, I may well No longer be.
But for now, for now death walks beside me. Cold and frightened I walk, but never alone. For this shadow, be it death, b
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Mabuhay ka!='
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"One day I woke up and realized I was never going to be normal"
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Mabuhay ka!='
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