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Feb 2013
Anaphylactic shock hits like bricks
brings me down to my knees as the penicillin breathes
poison into my veins, nothing remains
of skin but a massive rash, bigger than the career of Johnny Cash
throat is closing up but I don't give a ****
my life is ending anyway, I can't go back to yesterday
in my life just one regret, haven't done one thing yet
missed my chance, nothing lasts
as long as you want, life is just a front
for a clock ticking faster than originally thought
life is too short to not ***** around
life is too short to be cubicly drowned
life is too short to remain on the ground
life is too short not to make yourself proud
Jacob Sykes
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Jacob Sykes  Ashland, Oregon
(Ashland, Oregon)   
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