Four Hundred-Sixty Nine
Gun to the head, knife to the wrist.
How did my life turn out like this?
Pass me a bottle, drink it away.
Become numb to the world just to get through the day.
Poetry Slam:
Gun to the head, knife to the wrist.
How did my life turn out like this?
Pass me a bottle, drink it away.
Become numb to the world just to get through the day.
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