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Dec 2017
Pain is ecstasy
******* in a false reality
I cut my wrist
I feel the blade as it rips my skin
Oh the ecstasy I can’t keep with in
As I bleed, with every drop I get weaker
I see a dark shadow is it the reaper?
I wipe my eyes and reach out my hand
I ask the angel of death to take me to the promise land.
James Cook
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James Cook  48/M/Beebe Ar
(48/M/Beebe Ar)   
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