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Aug 2013
Death come quickly, take me now
I lay here cold, sweat on my brow
I have failed
I can't go on
Please take me
I'm unworthy

Death come quickly to my bed
Take these dread thoughts from my head
I can't do this
I'm far too weak
Please bring me peace
This sweet release

Death come quickly, end this life
End my struggles, end my strife
I've tried so hard
But all for naught
Please lay me down
Far underground
Josiah Wilson
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Josiah Wilson  Indiana
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