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Mitchell Adam Lucker


You saved my life. 
How can I repay you? 
You have cleared the scars from my wrist 
but yours are still there 
I will try my best 
To take them away 
And hope that you skin 
Will be clean someday 
I know it's not much 
But I'm trying my best 
To give your mind 
Some peace and rest 
Mabe someday you'll see me 
As I see you 
But right now 
All I can see..... 
Is your tomb.  

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