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Dec 2011
Why
Vision blurs
Mind goes blank
Knees weak
Hands are sweaty
What is it that I'm about to do?
Sell away my soul in this sad attempt
An attempt to make my life better
One must suffer to know happiness
Well I have suffered
Stomach churns
Mouth goes dry
What is it that I'm about to do?
What am I doing with my life?
Why must one live to die?
Rosie Wisniewski
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Rosie Wisniewski  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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