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[excuse_me_sir]

ripping and tearing thru the night,
i wake up sore and bruised.
the sun is out but i lay here as a puddle
why must i push my body so damn hard..

'the specials' are helping tho!

the one on my mind is gone for awhile.
hes like a ghost in the streets to me now,.. for awhile.

soon i will be in the streets of new york!
only one more week..
this will help all the missing ive been doing..
of others

tis the season to feel alone and far away
as spring creeps in
so many unfamiliar faces
and ways to mess things up..

ive got to battle thru to july.. ha!