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By Irb
And I Drinking stale coffee And starting at the remnants of my last cigarette Charred Crumbling I relate them to my soul And I I wonder where my childhood innocence went Moreso just my childhood Decayed? Nonexistant? I ponder like a brainless twit And I I don't know what to do Save for finding some drug Some excuse Some way out To numb my pointless being Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 28 2001 07:57 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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