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Good-Bye Sunshine

The wind sits steady as the leaves begin to change Cigarette buts on the ground While there's puke stains on the walls From mixing two different types of alcohol Beer cans sit in the sink to think Tearing away your feet from this sticky ground Made by some type of substance That got spilt but never found But somehow things just keep turning back around With no way to tell your ups from your downs With no A/C in the summer It almost made you hell-bound No hot water in the winter Made you feel like a hound Tied up in the yard Or the street Broken glass at your feet With a chain tightly wrapped around your neck You open the fridge Nothing left to eat So you decide to munch on the bricks till your gums begin to bleed Although it wasn't too bad You still had your weed You were still able to get high The lights still worked You were able to get by Ate your moldy slices of bread Making enemies with the flies As the dishes piled high And your friends they think their sly with their pin-point lies Trying to disguise the pain that was soon to arise But they don't know what it means to truly be alive So obsessed with reaching the thrills of the divine How 'bout you go and snort another line Maybe that will help you stare at the sky trying to hide the red in your eyes Expression sometimes can feel like a crime The joy in being able to free your mind Maybe that will help keep you steady on the days when you see your mom cry and you just want to hit something And you don't know why And sometimes you don't know where to go Because you're half-blind some days being able to find solace in the rhymes You keep telling yourself that you are one of a kind But as the leaves begin to change Although the ideas can't be swayed Your meaning begins to fade with the last rays of sunshine

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Date: 9/29/2019 4:24:00 PM
Blaze, you sure can make me not want to have a snack today with this part: "You were able to get by Ate your moldy slices of bread Making enemies with the flies As the dishes piled high" Great poem!
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