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Thursday, February 3
Can you still taste the life
You once thought was yours?
Still negotiating perceived strife,
And leaning on the draw?
Everywhere I looked I could feel open doors,
But never found the strength to push up off the floor.
Like Dominick Medina
Can you follow your own course?
Or meander like me,
Buried deep in the sauce.
I tore out my hair, and screamed myself hoarse,
And all I had to do was stand up off the floor.
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You once thought was yours?
Still negotiating perceived strife,
And leaning on the draw?
Everywhere I looked I could feel open doors,
But never found the strength to push up off the floor.
Like Dominick Medina
Can you follow your own course?
Or meander like me,
Buried deep in the sauce.
I tore out my hair, and screamed myself hoarse,
And all I had to do was stand up off the floor.
