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Happy Feeling #1

 Work  in retail long enough and all you see is sheep

All you feel is hatred

Reach for the gun to save them all and it isn’t there

Realize that money can buy any fool happiness

     Then the truth  

I am no better just because mine is found in pills

     And bottles

Only feeding a separate beast

I place the gun to my temple and squeeze

     Nothing

I can’t afford the bullet.


Written by M-DiStefano
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