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May 2012
You knocked me down and out,
And as these words fade,
Here I lay, vision shaded gray,
You've killed me,
The sickest kind of poison,
It's finally killed me,
So here my dear, say goodbye to me,
For you killed me,
You knocked me down and out,
Now,
Here I lay, vision shaded gray,
Thinking of how I said see you tommorow,
But I knew there would be no today.
Johnnie Rae
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Johnnie Rae  25/F/New Jersey
(25/F/New Jersey)   
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