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THE ART OF BEING ALONE...
To break apart the machine.
No need for anymore than a futon to sleep.
Drinking has no limit.
You exist through your name.
A friend is all anyone ever wants from you.
Coping is hard but strangely manageable.
You'll vent to apparitions.
Drugs are easy.
It's been awhile since your tears have been seen by another.
You're angry.
You'll find yourself staring a lot at others.
Or keeping your head down.
weapons are easy.
Dreams aren't so hard to decipher.
You don't have to lie...
You're alone.
No need for anymore than a futon to sleep.
Drinking has no limit.
You exist through your name.
A friend is all anyone ever wants from you.
Coping is hard but strangely manageable.
You'll vent to apparitions.
Drugs are easy.
It's been awhile since your tears have been seen by another.
You're angry.
You'll find yourself staring a lot at others.
Or keeping your head down.
weapons are easy.
Dreams aren't so hard to decipher.
You don't have to lie...
You're alone.
Published 19th Feb 2014
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- Edited 14th May 2018 5:39pm
19th Feb 2014 10:53am
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28th Feb 2014 8:59pm
19th Feb 2014 5:45pm
This is amazing. I can relate all too well. Great poem, man. Thank you for sharing.
