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Sep 2017
I refuse,
After all I have survived...
Including,
My own mind.
I refuse,
To be slain by a ******* liquid,
In a glass.
I am spitting in the face of death and screaming,
I refuse.
Jacob Christopher
Written by
Jacob Christopher  Buffalo, NY
(Buffalo, NY)   
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