This is shit,
Bag licked and last line sniffed.
Nose gunge covers my mustache
As I try to drink myself
To the point I can sleep.
The mind isn't racing too fast,
But the heart feels sore
And pumps hard with every beat.
Life could be so much more,
But I'm beat.
Put my hands up,
You got me!
But they haven't won
As long as I keep on
Keeping on.
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