Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Dying

I awoke from a dream
Looking around
Only to witness the hell I live in
Trying to get a piece of the pie
While being rejected by my peers
Bills arise that I can't pay
Everyday I'm dying slowly
Praying for a chance
But it seems like prayers are smoke
Rising into nothing

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