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Jan 2013
I am lost
The flow of my blood has been muddled with tar
Everywhere I turn there is darkness
Will I ever see light?

My life seems so far away
I only faintly remember the days of school,
Of my studies and the path I was to lead
From all of which I have run away

I was so focused
But I became consumed with passions
Quick passions, so easy to achieve
And I pursued these newfound joys

I was supposed to be a doctor
I was meant to heal
But now I don’t help anyone
I just stick myself with the needle
Written by
Jacob Carney
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   Don Bouchard
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