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Sep 2013
There was nothing left and things seemed so surreal
You seemed so far away as if in a dream
When I finally died and you just screamed
All I heard was your voice reaching through the blackness
I leave this life so reluctantly
The needle with the poison still stuck in me
I was so sick; why couldn't you see?
There is no hope in reaching through the blackness
Now I am gone and you are left with all the blame
Your tears will sear and burn with shame
And you will never be the same
When you see me in your dreams at night
Just remember that my life was filled with lies
And when you realize that something isn't right
Just remember me and my dark plight
That led me tumbling through the blackness
And when depression grips your very soul
And you don't know which way to go
Deep down inside you will always know
At the end you will be lost  the blackness
Timothy Kenda
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Timothy Kenda  Worcester
(Worcester)   
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