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Apr 2015
It's mental the things we do,
risking all for that one last rush.
When there is nothing left to lose,
at times do you think, "I am ready to meet god"

Your head spins in a haze of confusion,
why me? what dose life have against me?
An unwilling victim of this cruel and lonely existence,
life of pain, life of hurt, life of the unfair.

And all the experts will say is,
get over yourself, nothing is that bad.
Well get this! you so called experts,
Dead! is very very bad...

Sheila.
Sheila Hackett
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Sheila Hackett  Lancaster
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