exiled from lifes wild wings
denial from fights mild things
files filled in style that scream
child born piled up in trials dreams
lost without a trace forgotten
cost about the price of gothom
brought amounts right for rotten
stout out of hops and Poppin
alone now with regrets stacked
prone to go wow how wack
flown around now landed back
blown how could my piolet crash
©dskilz23
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