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Its gotten to me again the frankness of spite,the gaudy of life. Futile hope slips away ,the last safe ray of sun shine at the end of a day. Exhausted thoughts making sure you are right. Barbie ,ken frozen perfect in their plight. Imminent disguise shows right through. Standing here alone simple eyes of blue. The immodest smell of everyone around me. The sounds of your victories contributes to this daily drowning. To give it away for a sip or a stick, dieing in a dark room to the fire work lighter flick. One day there will be some thing for me.Softer than the pine box that doesnt let you see, farther than this ink filled plea.