The Gutter
stomach in knots
in a race against my thoughts
if you get caught -
that just means you 're fucking up
you can keep ducking but
it 'll all catch up eventually
they say luck comes in threes
but it 's four unlucky years later
and i'd have to disagree
blood sweat and tears pave the streets
down here if you're weak it 's like a life threatening disease
no one believes in luck , they ...
Wednesday 11th April 2018 6:36 am
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