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Apr 2018
I feel my weary eyes grow old
Sitting here in the bitter cold
Praying that it all would end
Mercy you would extend

Instead, you let me thaw then freeze
I beg, I plead, I'm on my knees
Someday soon, will come the end
Maybe I'll rest then

Until that day, I'll suffer in pain
Bleeding out of every vein
Here it comes, I see the end
So close to you, my icy friend
I close my eyes and rest my head
Now all I see is red
Found this scribbled in a notebook from a few years ago. Hard to not resurface those hollow feelings when re-reading something previously written in such a low place.
Alex Hanna
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