When you’re in a pit,
you feel truly alive.
Freedom.
Anything goes.
Balls out.
Freedom man,
Freedom!
Things don’t matter,
life don’t matter.
You’re wild,
out of control,
being yourself.
Being a punk.
D.I.Y.
F.T.W.
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Author:
James Michael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 21st, 2022 23:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Saw this band a couple of times recently. Ever seen a dude stage dive from 12 feet up?
- Category: Spiritual
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