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Feb 2015
There is a hell
Beyond your worst
A place where living
Becomes a curse

A restless feeling
Trapped within your gut
When you know your time
Is almost up

Passion dies
In the fear of night
There's no comfort
In the struggle for life

The heart sinks
The mind slips
Even the hand
Can hardly grip

The darkest day of my soul
Shines compared to this lowest low.
Traveler Tim
Re-posted to Dec 13-2016
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