The Last One
I lifted my gaze from the agony and the sorrow my sight filled me with
I felt as if life had no meaning anymore
I was destroyed
I was a soulless guy sitting down on a chair
I had eaten my last taco...
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Mexican as it gets. Not really good at poetry though, but I like writing so why not give this a shot. And while I'm at it I can ALSO go get a shot. In all seriousness now, there's no such thing as wasting your time; you're only investing it in the wrong place.
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