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Mar 2012
My heart is full
of wounded holes
Blood Shed is
Uncontrollable
More and more
With every beat
A sea of red
Floods my chest
Making it
Impossible to
Take in air
Drowning in my
Bottled up pains
How can I survive?
My breathing slows
My heart grows calm
the end is near
I. Die.
C M Johnson
Written by
C M Johnson  Mt.Airy,MD
(Mt.Airy,MD)   
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