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Jul 2018
as i sit in a place of mental darkness
I force my hands to raise a weapon.
A weapon raised with a trembling arm,

I try to be steady, to be accurate and aim.

My arms wreak of guilt ridden lines dripping with a burning sensation.

But my pain hasn't been taken away.
Shanijua
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Shanijua  24/F/Brookhaven
(24/F/Brookhaven)   
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