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Sunday, January 9, 2005
poem...
and I see death's raid
'cross the bleak night sky
hear the whispered words
"I just want to die,"
then it comes to me
pierces through my soul
and I see my breath
escape in the cold
all my life it's been
just do as you're told
then a solemn voice
whispers in my ear
stares into my eyes
it can see my fear
then it steals my soul
trudge the dead of night
takes away my pain
and it holds me tight...
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