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Sunday, November 22, 2015
Wishes
The shimmering silver
blood of the innocent
I held in my hand
I didn't deserve a cent
The overwhelming feeling
The all consuming guilt
I felt death's grip
Hell is what I felt
Now I wish, oh I wish
I was never born
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