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Category : Poems
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Inside it feels so desecrated;
And at all times I want sedated.
Mouth fulls of whatever Bourbon;
I'm sick of always deserting.
I'm trying, I'm failing.
This road I'm on keeps on changing.
I feel so, defeated;
It's still no excuse for the ways I've treated.
There's no flight when buried six feet under.
High time I just surrender.
I'm tired, I feel so damn defeated.
My heart just reached depleted.