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Checking Out Early

This feeling washes over me

soft and gentle

it sweeps away my fear

making the pain unbearable

Now I day dream of the cold steel against my head

first the roar! then silence...

with nothing left to hurt me

It may not be happiness

but it's the closest i'll ever come

being numb

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hunter-miller
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Mar 22, 2012
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