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May 2016
On my knees but it hurts to pray
I wither in agony every ******* day
I must ask you to look the other way

I am the cautionary tale
I have stepped behind the veil
But even in death I was a fail

So eager for death
For secrets to be kept
Till that final last breath

I prayed for the pain to stop
I prayed for the demons not to romp
Through my life, on my dreams not to stomp

Seems that I've prayed to one that refuses to listen
There seems to be a rift, a division
For my life plays out in black and crimson

On my knees but it hurts to pray
I wither in agony every ******* day
I must ask you to look the other way
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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