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Apr 2020
Through the **** of everyday
Into the pit of disarray
To pay the debt we all must pay
Is there any peace in death

The world we look at is so stark
From every person there is a mark
Whether light or if it’s dark
It’s there for all to see
Richard Smith
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Richard Smith  47/M
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