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Jul 2016
I find myself rotting away,
into something different,
something stranger still,
something worse than,
what I once was.
I am descending into
a deep, dark depth,
and I don't know,
if I can find my way
back to the surface,
or if I even want to.
Written by
Christopher Ross Howie  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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