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All Alone

He sits alone in a casino Mixing tears with drinks To fuel the rage in his heart So many are just like him Anxiety paces in his mind His heart is filled with hate Tears of fire pour out his eyes There is no imagery that, Can describe the pain he felt So he drowns his pain with vodka; Sitting all alone in that casino As the world carries on Without him or those like him

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Michael Nibert

Date: 10/7/2016 10:41:00 AM

but why is he sitting so alone? good soup.

Morgen Farmer
Date: 10/7/2016 11:07:00 PM

Because the world is no place for him or those like him.

Deborah Dambani

Date: 10/7/2016 5:52:00 AM

Nice imagery

Morgen Farmer
Date: 10/7/2016 10:06:00 AM

Thank You Deborah.

White Wolf

Date: 10/7/2016 3:57:00 AM

Well penned my friend, did you know they have a secret suicide door in the toilets? It's that common apparently. A mate did the tiles for one and told me this.

Morgen Farmer
Date: 10/7/2016 10:07:00 AM

Oh yes, quite sad how those things happen.

Probir Gupta

Date: 10/7/2016 3:42:00 AM

Liked the image 'anxiety paces in his mind' ...

Morgen Farmer
Date: 10/7/2016 10:06:00 AM

Thank You Probir.