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[bodytext] => He use to live in a trailer A whole lot of friends All of whom were losers Including him Parties got so much He found a bed in a different town In some other house Hiding in an intoxic phase Days went by With little or no sleep He Quit his job To have some time to catch his head He left his trailer For a couch next door Seemed okay When hitting the sea He didn't mind Her dumb *** boy Wanting to fight He played it off All the day and thru night Because she was So ****** up She lost the keys He just said It's Alright And then he went and partied, Drank, and Played In the crowd Then nolonger would he live with her And she somehow burned her house down When she was sleeping, trying to smoke Months later he stroll amongst her Homeless Very Few Friends She has He offers a room In his already "fool" trailer She, upon, like a user She stay two months With cash out of his wallet He tells her she has to go And while asleep he dreamt She swiped his Guitar From beneath his bed Three days later he finds it At a Beautiful meth head's place Her mommy a crack dealer But she won't touch anything except beer and ice And there his guitar returned Months past and friends didn't stay Thank God for he found his guitar He thanks God As He plays Through the Silence Floating down the Stream To A Better Life [comments] => 2 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 61 [informant] => rhei76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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