It was written.
Only the beautiful get into heaven.
I'm sure when I prey
He doesn't listen.
Being alone isn't promised freedom.
Trying gets hard,
And then I prey to God
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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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- 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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