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Jun 2012
Just waiting to die,
I look up to the ever darkened sky,
Just some blood on a knife,
God is not liking such strife,

An eternity I will spend,
Waiting for the day it will all end,
What comes after I die?
Perhaps I will burn to ash and fly,

Let the world continue without me,
I just let go and see,
My heart is empty of emotion,
I've came to the end this promotion,

So let this be my final words of wisdom,
Don't let you get in the way of who you want to be.
Conor Cleveland
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