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Offline Aradia

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Untitled poem
« on: December 15, 2002, 09:20:19 PM »
Sitting here in the dim light of the dying sun
Wisps of smoke drift past my face
Echoes of music wander through my mind as a Judas Priest song plays
My body feels heavy and weak with sickness
I find myself wondering, 'Why do I feel so confused all the time?'
It seems that everything is always so hard to deal with
But there's one solution that I can see
One solution that I can always count on
It's the bottle in my hand
I take a gulp and know it won't be the last

(If anyone can suggest a good title I'm all ears [eyes?]. Let me know what you all think!)
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