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Dec 2014
In the dead of night. whispers of her haunt my every night. I remember the night as if last night. There was no light. tired out of it, unable to control my sight. Saw a demon or maybe not. in a trance I defended my right. then I saw the love of my life. taken by my might. screams tremor through my soul. I cant even die to end my mistake
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chris gates  hell
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