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Contributed by wild_west_madness on Saturday, 7th April 2012 @ 06:04:39 PM in AEST
Topic: hbadday



If you know me Im a bit buzzed tonight, hit the bottom of another bottle, looking for another fight. Forced to hold the hand that I was dealt, knowing the other players are holding the cards I wish I could have held. You are gone, she is gone, I am here alone. Dont worry though, I stand with no fear, no tears, I fight, my heart made of stone, and when I wake up every day, I know Ill be stronger than the day before, ready to take on anything that the game has in store.

Thinking about the issues that are putting stress in my life, why oh why did I have to go and roll the dice, this ***** is making me sick to the point I feel Im gonna vomit, the only thing calming me down is that warm liquor hitting my stomach. A battle my organs will lose if I dont choose to quit but damn oh god man does it scratch my itch.

Ive always had dreams of doing it big and getting rich, look at me now, I have a criminal record, no money, everything but a small d***! But thank god theres this little voice inside, tells me to keep fighting, dont bail, life is like that roller coaster ride, theres ups and downs twists and turns, sometimes you throw up and sometimes its a blur but after all those ups and downs theres a smooth end, you can unbuckle your seat and rest in peace.




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Re: fed up (User Rating: 1 )
by thehotshotpoet on Sunday, 8th April 2012 @ 05:19:58 PM AEST
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life is a chance everyday we are who we are
thats all we can be asked.by the way i traded my killing a bottle to bury pain that will always come back with in a few days with writing poetry it seems to me you have the ability,just a thought thanks for sharing
the hot shot poet




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