LYFEA Poem by rachel Dguest bed.
i'm laying steady
the white lights, how they sparkle too much running myself into the ground
i'm laying steady
dirt too much
i'm back on the bed i'm just a strung-out mess and nothing can be worth all of this
from too much far far far too much
LYFE, nor is it supposed to be this way..... © 2008 rachel DReviews
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