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Sep 2015
The pain in my shoulder.
The creak in my neck.
The falling boulder.
That caused the train wreck.

The screaming of souls.
The smoke rises.
My body feels so cold.
The sun arises.

The bodies are everywhere.
The color of roses on the floor.
"Does anyone care?"
I fall, living no more.
The Judge
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The Judge  18/M/Earth
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   ryn and Rapunzoll
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