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Feb 2020
Where do I start
I Guess I’ve fallen way to far
Last thing I remember is a clock ticking
Heart racing tick-tock
This has been a issue around the clock
Seeking for light but no end in sight
Nothing left but this weak mortals plight
Bouncing back and forth
With no peace of mind
The release I seek is of a different kind
The end is the only thing in sight
Back at a sunken place
But there was always someone to keep me
In place now I sit
Between a rock and a hard place
Yes I'm back at this place
Waiting on deaths sweet embrace
As that ice cold grip hits my face
I'm just asking for that sweet taste of death
There's nothing left don't hesitate
All of this time I've made you wait
Take me now I claim my fate
Tired of suffering who ever wants to wait
As this blade runs crimson
The hand is played then son
Speaking of hands played
mines will be soon
Like a rose in full bloom
My blood fills the room
Heart beats to a stand still
Bringing this chapter to a close
Guess we no know for whom
The clock tolls
I suppose it’s
GAME OVER!
Written by
Dom McDo  26/M/Chicago
(26/M/Chicago)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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