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Apr 2016
Demons and darkness, infected and worn.
Angels and light, my mind now torn.
Murderous intent, eyes ablaze.
No energy to fight, help break this haze.

Days go on, the seconds creep.
If life allowed, forever I'd sleep.
My moments awake, your face I see.
I'd sell it all, even soul to be free.

I want to forget, erase what's been done.
This mind is a prison I can't outrun.
Forgive and forget, that's what they say.
I'll tie me a noose, hang there and pray.
Zach Kelso
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