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Jan 2023
I am a slave to Death.
It comes to my door
telling me that I can feel no more.
It wrings its hands around my neck.
I indulge in the pain.
It drains my soul, for all is lost
when Death is the only voice I can hear.
One day we will disappear,
and my pain will dissolve
into Death's black rains.
Written by
Psychosa  22/F
(22/F)   
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     --- and Rob Rutledge
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