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Sep 2016
Here I am far away from home
With a hole in my head and two in my chest.
No thoughts in my mind, I'm void and alone,
And the clock that made my body tick on has finally come to rest.
An entire lifetime of pleasures and pains runs red on the sidewalk near what used to be a somebody to nobody.
Suicide or homicide? You judge.
Jim Marchel
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Jim Marchel  30/M/Back home where I belong
(30/M/Back home where I belong)   
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