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Sep 2016
The first time i died
It was quick to start slow to end
It was my own fault
Heart ripped out by sin
Good bye cruel world
My dearest friend

The second time i died
It was slow to the draw
Cruel fate played out like a slow crows caw
Till your soul had leapt
My screams echoed in the hall
Hello world i see your still hear
Just as i had deeply feared

The third time i died
It was pain stakingly slow
It started long ago
I died many times
Each time death i got to know
He became my friend
How i wished i could go
 
My heart had left
My eyes had wept
Away my soul had crept
Life went on and my body i kept
Till finally i was put to rest
My last thoughts came
I did not want to go

My dearest friend
I shall only ever miss your now and again
You die many times in life but if you dwell on death then how will you live
The Drunken Oracle
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The Drunken Oracle  26/Tennessee
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