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Jim Shady. (Free verse) by The troubled sinner

I drink till I care no more. My head is shaking and my feet won't touch the floor. I'm felling like a soggy dream. I live inside this mental cage - wondering whether my emotions can be seen. The drugs can only help so much. Nothings going to change my mind. How could she do this to me? I've lost my mind and I don't care. Delightful to disastarous is such a short break. I thought I knew you - thought I was the only one that understood. Maybe its my hair...............

johnnyfontaine23 29-Jul-02/9:49 AM
Maybe it is your hair, Is it a bit scraggly? or a bit like Gareth Gates'? or maybe Chris Waddle 1990 circa....who knows?..




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