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Dec 2017
Give me a reason
A reason to exist
A reason to continue
A reason to persist...

The ache inside keeps growing
Like a **** or storm or flame
It smothers all the light inside
Yet I'm the one to blame

I cannot see the goodness
I only feel the pain
The open wound pours sorrow
That leaves me hollow & insane

What would happen with a wound so deep
Would you save me
Or leave me here to die
A choice that isn't meant to be

Tell me how to end the pain
A gun, A knife, or pills
Or maybe I'll pretend to fly
The end result, she kills.

There is nothing left to say
No apologies to be made
You never saw the pain you caused
Check-mate has just been played.
James Cook
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James Cook  48/M/Beebe Ar
(48/M/Beebe Ar)   
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