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Four People
It’s you four people I think about
You are with me as I way on the ground
Insides burning from the cocktail of drugs.
It’s you four people that keep me
From totally letting go.
From being free of my Earthly bounds.
It’s you four people for whom I feel bad
Bad about leaving.
Four people who care the most.
Grammy, I love you,
You practically raised me.
Now I live thousands of miles away.
Poppa, I love you,
You took me fishing and plied me with attention.
Making me feel like a shining star.
Whitney, I love you,
My cousin, my confidant, my friend,
Making me feel like I could be someone, even though I can’t
The fourth, more mysterious.
You kept me here longer, you loved me differently than all the rest.
In the end, I am sorry, I love you.
It’ s you four people I think about,
You are with me as I lay on the ground
Insides dying from the cocktail of drugs.
It’s you four people that had kept me
From totally letting go.
But for selfish me, that wasn’t enough.
It’s you four people I feel bad about leaving
Four people who care the most,
I am sorry.
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