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Mar 2013
Tears flow like a river
Down the valley of wrinkles
On my face that flood
As I cry due to today's pain

Blood flows like a waterfall
Down the cliffs of rough skin
From the cut in my wrist
That I opened due to today's pain

How can I survive today
When tomorrow will soon
Become yesterday
When yesterday could of been
The day I found peace
Worst piece I ever wrote
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
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