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Black Lungs, Mixed Tongues.

Breaking dreams, stomping hearts,
Wondering how we all came to part.
Only being true to few,
Now wishing we could of knew.

Dirty Old Dollar Bill

You know those moments when you wake up and you forget about everything that happened before you went into the unconscious. And for that one-second you’re so relieved that all your fears and pains are swept away, ‘it was just a dream’?
This was not one of those times. From the second I woke up this morning I knew it was never a dream, it was never going to go away, and I will never forgive myself for the pain I have caused quite possibly the three most important people in my life.
Pain and guilt ran through my veins, as I looked into the mirror at the bruises and bite marks on my body.
I looked down at my watch: 4: 16 P.M.1/1/2010. They say what you’re doing the night of the New Year will determine how you spend the rest of your year. As I thought that through, I closed my eyes and I had a short memory glimpse from the previous night:

A New Life

waves come down,
wash me clean.
throw me around,
beat out the bad.

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