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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Broken Spirit
My spirit is falling.
I get drunk and stoned to make them go away.
It masks the problems, too hard to handel.
Broken spirit, my broken self with my broken spirit.
Bend me, shape me, anyway you want.
My spirit is broken, the hustler, Broken.
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