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Josh Collins
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I remember that night I heard a scream, "Don't come any closer now" "It's gonna be alright," Were the only words my big brother found Us kids huddled up, wide eyed I heard a chair jumping over the table Blurred vision, watch stops, in drops cops What's the moral here, Aesop, one of your fables? Grateful Grateful Grateful Ten digits I recognize spell (DON) 'TPI-CKUP Conversations I've memorized word for word About how it's all my fault, Something I'm sick of But I'm the wielder of the water Go on, I think I'll plant my seeds here Ain't no more room for the squatter I'm happy just pulling your weeds here Grateful Grateful Grateful When I'm down and out, on my own, These poisonous thoughts, they get overgrown And I can feel like I missed out, But I know that isn't real, On being a child, But I know that isn't right Every moment led me to this wonderful life Grateful Grateful Grateful
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