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Sep 2013
i felt the piercing cold, claw at my skin
i felt the suffocation of the dark night sky
i felt the pain and pleasure, looking in your eyes
i felt the loneliness as you watched me die

i felt the hate, pushing to leave
i felt the love, barely trying
i felt the rage, building up inside
i felt the myself, slowly dying
James Bakas
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James Bakas
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