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Elliott S. 1969-2003
May 6, 2010
I went to the Sky Bar and I sat down and wrote songs
This is where they were born
Deep in my dead self, I'm a corpse buried under lonely years
All raw and new, bursting forth
There is no other way this can be expressed
This was never hard for me like it was for them
But others were harder, defeating devils of my past
Or drinking myself into slow motion every night
I have so much, but I feel like I have little
It matters not to me if anyone like this song
I'm not singing it for anyone
© Jalina C., Martinez, GA
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