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Feb 2016
Dear Mortal Enemy,
In our lives we have carefully avoided each other.
But in every happenstance we meet there is no refuge.
If you could look back on a time before.
Maybe we were even friends once.
A Man Who Is Tired Of Fighting,
Simon Clark


Dear Depression,
What is your motive for killing me?
Did I do something wrong?
Or is it because I’m still alive?
The Immortal
Simon Clark


Dear Human C.H.I.L.D.
Please treat me W.E.L.L.
I am for learning how to S.P.E.L.L.
Don’t press my buttons too H.A.R.D.
Learn to spell,
Speak & S.P.E.L.L.
Written by
Simon Clark
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   Irlomak and Bianca Reyes
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