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Jul 2020
My mind so dark and cold
Torn apart piece by piece
My life has no peace
Just ******* and madness

Life full of sadness
Thoughts of suicide are my norm
Take that blade and cut my arm
To feel the blood so warm

As it spills from my arm
My thoughts are of only death
I can smell the breath of the demon
Sent to bring me to hell

The devil rung his bell
The fires burn so warm
It’s like being back in my mother’s arm
Reborn into hell

My dreams full of lies
I dream to escape this life
So my friend hand me that knife.
James Cook
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James Cook  48/M/Beebe Ar
(48/M/Beebe Ar)   
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