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Oct 2017
I've been like this since-
I don't know when it began,
The rain falls down around me,
And the sun won't lift a hand,
Pain.

I've struggled against myself,
I'm my own best enemy,
I hit so hard and strick so deep,
I know how to make me bleed,
Pain.

In a fight against yourself,
No matter who wins, you lose,
But I'll fight myself tonight,
Cause if I die, at least I choose-
Pain.
Isaac Spencer
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Isaac Spencer  25/M/DuBois, Pennsylvania
(25/M/DuBois, Pennsylvania)   
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