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Dec 2012
Tears stream down my face
And drip off my chin
     Someone please save me from this hell I'm in
Memories tear through my mind
Like knives they cut ever so deep
     Into the black abyss, I begin to creep
Falling down into a black hole
Deeper and deeper, the bottom I cannot see
     *No matter how fast I run, the darkness always catches up with me
Dustyn Smith
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Dustyn Smith  Denver CO, USA
(Denver CO, USA)   
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