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PAIN

  • Posted by: Paul Dwyer
  • Created: February 7, 2018
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                                              PAIN 

Here I am in a familiar spot, losing everything I've got, As I sit in the dark of night, I see no light shining bright. Down down in the depths of despair,  people think that I don't care, but they don't live, in my nightmare, I just want to sit and cry and contemplate how to die, some might say that I am weak, maybe I'm just a freak, in the darkest hour of my darkest day I really have no more to say.   Paul Dwyer 05/02/2018

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