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Jun 2012
i sit here
my mind slowly releasing me into insanity
into teenage depression
into the unknown of all I've ever known
i bang my head, but i no longer feel pain
almost immune

perhaps its the lack of sunlight, eh?

it's probably me turning a rose into only a
pile of thorns
i try to hold on
but then i release
i can feel you in my grasp
but then i feel your warm embrace slipping away

i almost feel heaven
but then I'm transported to Hell
Sam McCullough
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Sam McCullough  Seattle
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