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Each With A Tale of One City
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June 2010
FLoating through the clouds, nothing standing in my way,
hear the voices calling, but I continue to run away,
all alone has been my steroids, I am mentally and emotionally strong,
even with a guilty conscience, no regrets, nothings wrong.
I sit and spin begin to win, I fight the urge to puke the sin,
I never do what I do not, so I just sit in one damn spot,
I puke the sin as it begins, to tear me up with razor sharp winds,
out comes the fight, all that work and what did it get me, another painful night.
I sleep when the sun is up, for why risk the night scares,
I lock myself in my bedroom, so all alone I can fightmares,
they are always there, beneath the fog and the mountain of speed,
I bleed out all my love in one night, next day demons always feed.
Local people tend to fight grass,
parental problems, alcohol, sex and losing your host,
while they are winning I am losing to a disco biscuit,
a cup of cherry pepsi, sour grass that would turn any milk bad,
to go with Jasper who is quite an unfriendly ghost.
