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Aug 2012
Death came to me
Death froze it's impression in my brain
Cut open my heart
Showed me real pain
And I swear I heard voices
Telling me things I didn't understand
Layered on top of each other

The aftermath of my choices
Now I'm left with less
No matter what
I know it'll be my fault.
Devyn Batchelder
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Devyn Batchelder
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