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Feb 2015
As I lie here,
I think of fear,
repressed for now,
but I don't know how.

I dream and crave,
a way to be brave,
and find a release,
to bring myself peace.

I want to lose,
but not to *****,
or to a knife,
to end my strife.

I want to surrender,
to her sure,
and find a new,
future like few
Written by
Adrian Strider
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