Unreliable Life

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  1. “Running Away ” A life long journey My running away I know I’m not gay And I still run anyway Those visions in my eyes Would make anyone wonder And that’s why I run away anyway Running away Running away from you Running away from me Running away from the responsibility Of being that good dad That you wished you always had Locked inside this cage Inside mine mind All while happiness is getting so hard to find FUCK! I sometimes wish that I were blind Cause it seems as though My lil slice o sanity FUCK! Man I’ll never find So I juss keep running Running away from you Running away from me Running away from my Responsibilities Someday maybe I will crawl outta mine mind cage But I think I’ll Crawl straight into my grave Never the “slave” I shoulda been I coulda been Juss anothah Worn out used up Not even been a has been You See me but don’t hear me scream Cause I’m locked away within mine mind Running inside Running out Running outta time Running away everyday inside mine mind I’m so sick an tired Of being sick an tired So sick of being tired and wired Like I’m juss running to stand still Oh goody! Her we go! Take this pill An keep running away Trying to find a brighter day The “easier softer way” Fuckin cunts will still call me gay anyway So keep running away Till I find that one nice sweet piece of pie But juss till then I keep running away from you I keep running away from me I keep running away from all that could have been
    By rick Raymond
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  2. Sorry, btw. Another partly from a blackout at age 17. A snub nosed .38 at my head. I don’t drink anymore. Love YOUR writing. Lol Hopefully, I’ll calm down n grow up n get “happy.” Cheers

    “I Missed That Time”

    I missed that time When I played Russian roulette All by myself Who do you think woulda won Me or you? If I woulda pulled the trigger first It woulda been the last I could see that magic bullet Outta the corner o’ my eye If I pulled that trigger man As a matter of fact My matter would fly Painting the living room wall A symbolistic white an red Fuckin A man! Right now I would be dead! Stead of “wanting to give everyone head” Nuthin but hurtin me Nuthin but hurtin you Fuck! There Must be nuthin better to do! Why do I “like to hurt” you!? I can I can tell ya right now If I had a bottle I would swallow Every last pill Till my lil mind goes still An ill leave you all the bill In my will I’m I’m so so sick n tired o’ being so tired an wired So so sick an tired of that “over priced bubble gum, mom” An that fucking psychic always in mine head The only time I’m “alone” is when I’m asleep in bed I’ll be happier when I’m dead?

    By rick Raymond

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  3. Gawd, I’m not Gay either. I started uncovering/getting sexual abuse flashbacks in ’99. Sorry. Again.

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