nat jones Poems

as i run from the past
everything goes down so fast
gambling with life, looking for sacrifice,
everything seems gone, what went wrong,
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i am crying as i am dying
looking for a blessing this is so depressing
its leaving me guessing what could of been
this is stressing
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lets get high, or lets just die
take a breather, or a hit of this ether
trying to abstain from this cocaine
hit this acid, lets get placid
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how long must this last
all i ever think of is this past
how long must i wait for
how long must i pay for
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