Six Degrees of Desperation
''Six degrees of desperation"
Empty pockets,
Empty shelves,
An empty stomach, as the sun sets it's empty dreams.
It's a painful flock of headaches! , chest pains! , tears and dark thoughts.
Temptation lurking from behind, on a pocket, on a shelve.
That is when it breaks you down, to bend the rules, as the clock ticks!
You find yourself desperate....
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