homeless (Remove filter)
street life
Sharp pains
like blades
numb the nerves Even numbness hurts
Vigorously shaking hypothermia Shaking out my soul
Drilling deep..deeper the hole
No energy to strive
To be unfortunate is to survive
Nothing to eat..No desire to eat
Unable to stand..cant feel my feet
January blizzard just got real
Dreaming of jail best way is to steal
THIS WASN'T ME never have I stole
Cri...
Monday 1st April 2019 2:47 pm
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