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May 2015
Its cold, Its dark
the rain pours down
I wear my face in a constant frown
As I walk through the park
All the people I see
Run and smile
Happy and free
And hide my frown and pretend for a while.

But when the night comes
And the darkness return
I beg and pray for the rise of the sun
But its too far away
That I learnt

So that was that
My final surrender
I say goodbye to the rats
And my body so slender
The cold of the barrel caressing my lips
The pain and the scars on both of my hips
with one final tear I whisper goodbye
To the painful life which I had lead
One last noise; a deafening Bang
and all is silent because then I was dead
Cameron Brookes
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