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Dec 2014
“Be there no end to this madness we suffer?”
I scream as I raise my hands to the sky
Such outraged emotions I dare not encumber
For the time has come to stop wondering why
Demanding to know, lest the knowledge escape me
Why life carries on what it carries away
So insisting we suffer before our light dims
Left only to burn out or fade away
Two of my friends/neighbors passed away within twenty minutes of one another. Sometimes, it is just hard to grasp why things happen as they do.
Diary of the Damned
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Diary of the Damned  Stanford, Kentucky
(Stanford, Kentucky)   
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