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Teenage Trategy
(Feb-19-92 / Los Angeles)

Teenage Trategy

Poem By Oscar Aceves

In my room, All Alone,
I have my gun,
And I have my phone,
I look around and I know,
The door is locked,
And the lights are off,
I want to cry,
I want to weep,
The demons have gone
In way too deep,
If only I could fly,
Fly to the sky,
And when I know,
That when I'm high,
I'll just let go,
And make no sound
Until I've reached the ground,
But I have no wings,
I have no sons,
So then I'll pull the trigger
Of my pistol gun.

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Comments (3)

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wow that was good...keep it up! ~Hazel
wow intense nice write