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Jul 02, 2010
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This Round Is On Me
Verses filled with potency Overflowing from my penInto a decaying heart Rage fills the empty glassTo the very top As I drink another sip Of bitter melancholy On vacant roof tops I listen to my heart speak Of a hope that spilledinto a deep ocean That slowly evaporates Intertwined in a mind thatHas thoughts speeding On boulevards filled with Constant self doubt Sick of the pity offered Tired of the trampled confidenceSlowly dying to the sound Of sweet nothings The gates of paradise Are not ready for me I gain an inner strength As I realize what I left for grabs This time I will give Life a tasteOf its own poison
— paul, Jul 02, 2010
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raj
16 years ago
Hello Paul
themoonman
16 years ago
Damn Paul...
DawningDaytripper
16 years ago
Wow, Paul. So dark and sad
frangipangi
16 years ago
I love it!
frangipangi
16 years ago
a five star write
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