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Jan 2016
She can't see that hate I hold
It darkens my entire soul
Oh I wish to be set free
From this self imposed slavery
But here I sit alone and sad
Gave up on the friends I had
Waiting for my body bag
The reaper comes his touch is near
He'll take me far away from here....
JW
Written by
JW  Harper Woods
(Harper Woods)   
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