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Out of Control

My head's out of control. The room keeps on spinning. I feel like a dumb kid just looking for a purpose in life. The room stay spinning! Lord, I can't take it anymore! Just cut me open and dissect me, I'm sorry I mean digest me. Make me your pupil so i don't get hurt anymore. Shot down from Cloud Nine but I didn't die, no lie, no dice 'cause I gave up on gambling right before I died.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 2/11/2010 10:02:00 PM
Geez. i feel you emotion. great write. it is expressed perfectly. -Always LYnette
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Date: 2/10/2010 11:32:00 AM
this is a nice poem it seems like you wrote it as it was spilling from your mind, i enjoyed it. =)
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