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May 2013
I say
With such casualty
Every day
That I hate life

That is true,
But there is a deeper meaning
I do not
Hate breathing,
Or hate living to grow old

I hate
All the pain
That life brings
Upon me
And the fact
That I cannot control
That pain

But instead
I trust
A piece of metal
To help me
Control it

{c.m}
Written by
Cami  America
(America)   
498
   Sidney Beerbower
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