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In case you haven't noticed, I suck at writing poems. But I try anyway. A fallen angel with broken wings. A man followed by loneliness. A poet empty inside. An addict left in the dark. No hope, no way out. Cries left unanswered. A constant yearning. A temporary mending substance. A silent killer. Heroin Kills. Dance on his grave and Strip him of his dignity Rob him of his legacy You didn't go through what he did Half the talent Twice the hype He only went through hell For you all to steal his beauty He only went through hell For you all to find amusing He only gave his life For you to embrace the frauds Rectify the imposters Degrade every accomplishment hes commited He fucking died for you. You were living proof. What more can you do? Everything can only go so far... Well the truth is out- Only we can help ourselves now. How fucking hopeful.
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