plus
it may seem like i'm just faking it
maybe i've just had enough
i'm cold
count my easy breaths
to see if i'm
alive, or even
just there
vacantly
hoping that someone out there still cares
enough to see through
this shameless ploy
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the sun shines brightly cutting through the haze into tight corners of the post-atomic daze the concrete alley floor, with its broken flow...
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for fourteen years i wished my father dead at the age of eighteen i buried him it would take another six years to be rid of his physica...
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