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Poem. What else can I say? I'm just writing what is on my mind and what's fucked up in my life right now. What is fucked up? Life itself. There's only one thing that really spares me of all this stress and stuff, so it's my remedy, my cure, and what keeps me on my feet. It's also why I'm still getting up in the morning. Cheers!


Submitted:May 15, 2009    Reads: 96    Comments: 7    Likes: 9   


Help me wash away my pain,

Before you see me go insane,

Yours truly needs your help,

And I need it fast.

All I do is wait,

For that thing called "fate",

To take me by the hand,

And destroy me with life.

Sing me a song,

Because I don't think I'll be long,

My life is stressed and troubled,

And you're my remedy for all of this…





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