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that/s the plan

Poetry By: Zombie Temple

Tags: Meth, Oceans, Move, On, Plan


Submitted:Jan 1, 2013    Reads: 2    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Bits of my life have fallen through.

Oceans and mountains of regret fill my past.

Burnt seas,

lined mountain ranges,

making me bitter beyond reason.

The past is just that.

Nothing can be done about it now.

Move on,

get past,

live through.

That's the plan


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