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May 10, 2013
Darkness is ever near, it’s become everything I fear.
Grasping onto life, but my hands grabbing for a knife.
Loneliness and all my sorrow, searching for tomorrow.
Emptiness there’s nothing left, I try to take another breath.
Who will win in this war, I hope for nothing, nothing more.
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