EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT
writing words across the mindsince I can't remember
but still every night
the days run until
my memory blocked
can not think clear
living has been wasting time
wanting to run
to hide
in need for salvation
options must be made
to care not for the past now
we need to go
grow old
careless of joy
knowing to have failed
for this 24 years
it is a long time
the need to go clean
to freshen up
the life on the line
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