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Sep 2013
He stuggles to hold himself up
His last moments left in this life
Why should he move on
When he can end it with a knife

He takes one last look at her beautiful face
Its the last he'll ever see
Tears run down his cold face
Now that it can no longer be

He looks at the sky for a reason why
Blank, empty clouds stare him back
He gives out one last yell
As the blood in his veins turn black

The life he thought, The life he had
Wasn't worth a single breath
But what awaits him true and real
As he's now faced with death
James Bakas
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   Alvira Perdita
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