Soda Called Irony
Been grinding my teeth
This pain just wont leave
Like a headache screech
It leaves me on the floor
It eats at my stomach
'til the day I die
I don't know why
I live with this irony
Where the one thing I love
Is slowly killing me off
poem by Moth Harris
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