Gear.
I welcome the fear.
My nose sore.
Cause I'm a
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The dehydrated working class poet. Not afraid to admit I'm wrong. Just hard being wrong for so long.
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- Cause I'm a
- Proud
- One more.
- Life oh life
- You look like the sparkle in your eyes have dimmed
- Spud
- Coming up
- You
- It will get better
- What else would you do?
- Is now okay?
- Pain in the chest.
- The party never starts round here
- Just One more.
- Something I said?
- Old songs and unlicked bags
- What number are you?
- Sunday dinner
- My only sin.
- The weekend warriors
- Singing to Noone
- The dog wants to go to bed
- Face not recognized
- Dreaming's cheating
- Only love
- Hole
- The sun cracks a new day.
- The random
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About Me
- Crappo the Clown
- East Belfast, United Kingdom
- I like dancein on tables and gettin drunk, drunk enought to fall and stumble, to know im lost and feel its ok to mumble. time takes to long so im tryin to express how i feel. but the question is always there is any of this real?
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