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Mar 2012
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
Hunter Miller
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     Cathy Riani and Hunter Miller
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