Confession

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    • Found ALOT of my old writes they will be up soon

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    this was a LONG LLLLLOOOONNNNGGGG time ago...

    Confession

     
    I have a confession.
    I slit my wrist from depression.
    because of this  profession of drugs and smoking and drinking.
    I'm Trying to take hold on to something, but
    I know I've lost control know matter what
    I can do I have messed my life up no matter what
    I do once addicted all ways addicted
    I can't get help I think to my self why why did
    I have to take that first puff first drink why did  
    I mess my life up just to be cool
    I gu
    ess you could say
    I have a confession from this depression.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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