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May 2016
An afterthought of the day, evolves around me I have to say, I run and hide, not wanting to stay, the dominant side, wanting to play.

Control nothing not even my mind, I am tired of being so kind, the bright light doth shine, darkness comes over so blind, trying to find.

Leave me let me go, my light no more glow, yes I feel very low, these words my only flow, as my heart pulses to and fro, I just want to scream NO

Submission such a game, I am the one to blame, for I lost all of my aim, now I only just want to maim, end it all my life a tragedy a shame.

Reaper come quick, take me I do so pick, read my soul see it is sick,  too deep in too thick, lost my way broken wick, let me partake of arsenic.
Sir Nitro
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Sir Nitro  The Midwest
(The Midwest)   
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