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Jul 2013
We die a little a little each day, as do we all.
As those that would do us harm labour in their quest to hurt.
Absorbed in greed and hatred and it's vices
Daily they cut more, deeper each time
Until one day there is nothing more to cut.
No longer a victim to prey upon
For the victim chose to exit this world
Sought solitude and peace in another
Simply gone.
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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