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Jul 2013
the pain kills me as the blood rushes from my wounds
silently I weep through the night
the suffering kills me Though I carry on
Walking down the one way street
Looking for any sign from you
I am worn to the bone, at the end of my rope
And tossed Away like an old toy
I know you still care, even if you hide it
But why hide a beautiful reality
To substitute it with a terrible imagination
I stay awake these sleepless nights
Worried only about you
But I am stubborn and hold my ground
Though this may be the death of me
And puts me six feet down
Then reads my grave...
*I loved you till the very end and will love you
Forever more
James Riddle
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James Riddle  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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