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Feb 2020
There is a hell
Beyond the worst
A place where living
Becomes a curse

A restless feeling
Trapped within your gut
When you know your time
Is almost up

Passion dies
In the fear of night
There's no comfort
In the struggle of life

The heart sinks
The mind slips
Even the hand
Can hardly grip

The darkest day of a soul
Shines compared to this lowest low.
Traveler Tim Re-posted from Dec 13-2016

revisited 1-2020
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