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Land of the Lost

by Thomas Freese

By Thomas FPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read
Land of the Lost
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Land of the Lost

addicted to a substance

And consequential actions

Full of hopeless ambitions

And you can add up all the factions

A quarter ounce of failure

Not a lick of hope

Could careless about the victims

As long as they have dope

They only have one worry

And really only have one care

Thats to be punctual during re-up

They'll pay whatever the fare

With sleep deprived hallucinations

The world has to be against them

Always peeking out of windows

Don't you wish to have some

They stay steadily smoking

And slowly witness their own lives being tossed

This is the life their living

Living in the land of the lost

sad poetry

About the Creator

Thomas F

I was shot in the face at point blank range with a double barrel 12 gage during an strong arm robbery that quickly turned into an Attempted Murder. Although I'm missing my right eye and a bullet in my brain. I AM STILL ME & I AM STILL HERE

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