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Nov 2012
And it's nights like tonight
while i sit in the dark
alone at last
and the weight of life
of sin
and death
and pain
of losing one's mind
all press down upon
my shoulders
at once.
And there the vultures
wait for me to bleed.
Kayleigh Rose
Written by
Kayleigh Rose
477
   Claire Hannah
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