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Jul 2016
With a head full of memories
And a glass full of ***
I sit down alone
And visions of you start to run
Through my head.

“Death is not evil,” a voice echoes through my head,
“It is a promise that cannot be broken,” it continues.

“You cannot stop me.”

The voice carries on into the night.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
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