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Dec 2012
While the darkness consumes me,
And the light that gives me life
Slowly diminishes.

I think of the life that's leaving me,
And the mistakes I've made.
I think of what people think of me.

Forever thinking,
My only defense to defend myself.
The pen is mightier then the sword.

Tho, my actions screech at my soul.
While my words are music.
Appeasing to my ears.

What will people think of me?
Will the pen defend me in the end
The light diminished.
Jay Bryant
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