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Jan 10
Type the pain
say everything that my voice refuses to say
My fingers numb from the keys
My body shakes as tears stream
everything has come to this
the final line
the final word
A swift, simple goodbye



but that would to be to easy
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Now let me stare at a blank sheet
maybe then I can feel something tonight
Writing of the Unknown
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