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Seems as if I have lost myself,
unknown of an existence.
Things are gloomy now,
the sun shines in grey.
Times have changed,
souls come and go.
Times have definitely changed.
Seems as if I am no more.
All alone I am left,
in a world that has grown cold.
Tequila is my only friend,
while I feel the misery grow.
The pressure builds,
and almost erupts in explosion.
But the fighting spirit survives,
and extinguishes the emotion.
In a world with no shoulders to lean on,
here I will roam.
The lone survivor of my tribe,
I will walk this blistering road.
And arrive to the very end,
and never look back.
Untill then,
I shall begin,
my survival in sins.
6:41 PM
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