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Feb 2018
Death, lies and destruction.
Nobody cares anymore.

You open up your heart
only to have it ripped apart
and the meat smeared into your eyes and over your face.

As your soul then falls to the floor
the laughter grows.
First the faintest of hums.
Eventually leading to a cacophony of mirth that will haunt you  forever.

Why? You may ask yourself
but there is no rhyme or reason.
"That's not fair". You may say.

SO WHAT?

That was then.
This is now.

As the memories fade
the world becomes a better place once again.
It's easy to find a reason to carry on
once you start to look.

The laughter starts to grow

                         Ha                Ha          Ha
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   Ashley Chapman
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