The deluge

    Let’s start with the forty days, forty days to drown in your sorrows and forty nights to think all those tomorrow’s were never to be,   hey drown anyway.   Some days like some today’s should be, but are not necessarily all that they’re cracked up to be or is that just me…

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The youth tube

Don’t you get it? we sweat it they get it all     I won’t give in and be a cog in their wheels but it feels like I’m pushing up daisies, I’m not yet pushing twenty years   why is it they got plenty and I have porridge for breakfast?   Fears for the…

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