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Sam Ruby Poem
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried
by the dove of someone I use to know.
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Sam Ruby Poem
If its money I got its money ill keep.
If its money I have its money ill weep.
If its love that I give its love ill receive.
For I am but no one who just see's beneath.
Some say your only as strong as you feel, but how could we change..in a place that's so unreal. People are hearing but..not really hearing. Why is the world so blind. I keep on screaming and screaming and screaming for things to be revolutionized. I am just a small song in a world full of cries, laughter, tears and french-fries.
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Sam Ruby Poem
I couldnt take it anymore.
Dealing with Everyone elses
problems, always under stress,
bottling up inside what I wish I
could scream out. There's a
limit you know. A certain
amount of pressure your put
under until you snap. I tried as
had as I could, but when you
lose hope and feel like The
world is falling in on you and
the only way to escape is if..is
if you run away. So I did. No
more worrying, no more
coming home to my dad
shooting up, no more exscuses
of why I always have bruises
on my arms, no more fear.
Maybe it's just my generation
but life seems to be getting
worse as time goes on. Well..
not me. Im getting as far away
from this place as I can and
never coming back.
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Many times from this moment,
Ill find myself lost again. Open
ended, undeniable, never to be
found. Then I listen to my heart
and it all starts to make sense.
Self destructive, ever indulgent,
enabling the final decent.
Sweet taste of freedom I can
feel you until the dosage wears
away, Glory Glory to the
monster who seethes deep
down inside of us. United bred
equality whose breed is sick
insanity. Dont tell me whose
the boss of me. One for all and
all for sale, those in debt better
off impaled. No room for love
unless, unless. The king carries
the treasured chest, adjust to
change or die derranged, no
one wins, it is about time to
stop accepting and put fire to
this crime.
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