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Feb 2016
Like a desperate feeling that you can't seem to escape
Like having a fate that simply means you'll be erased
I can't take, the enormity of it all, the violence of a car crash happening
With soul rending surety, and knowing you have to feel the pain
At least for a moment, before you fade away into ether
Into the black that is the great beyond
The hardest things aren't easy
The hardest thing is death
Timothy Kenda
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Timothy Kenda  Worcester
(Worcester)   
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