some people find it hard to get dressed,
some people will ask how old i am.
some people live the life,
some people need more than a slice.
the brighter lights and their smiles, their empty hands.
some people don't get much,
some people feel they're in touch with spirit worlds.
some people just can't say,
some people just wanna play,
they get a kick when it's all messed up.
you know it,
you owe it to yourself.
you won't let it make you mad, it's already crazy.
but what you thought you lost was just mislaid.
all the poems are written in your skin.
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