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Jun 2012
Destroying yourself.

Choose your poison.

Inside or Out?

Which is painful,

which is painless?

Let's ask the withered souls,

the exhausted poor,

they've reaped all they've sewn and more.

The withered souls,

they say,

it's your choice;

it's the opinion,

nobody cares;

we all die in the end.

What do you choose?
I'm not very fond of this, really, but it's one of my first and I thought that I might put it up here just for the sake of putting it on.
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