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Aug 2015
We try to run from death
hide deep in the darkest hole
only in the moment of silence
do we truely see that death
is right there next to you

holding his scythe tight
aganist you're neck
blood trickling down you're back
shirt soaked
fear instilled in you're heart
time frozen
no where to run
no where to hide
death is here
JC
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JC  29/M
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