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Apr 2
My time is precious
I was ignored
My heart bleeds for the world
My mind swirls
Hatred surrounds me
People prefer I be dead
Family and Friends stay away
Heaven is my gateway
My eyes grow dark
I am like the black sheep at the end of a painful thorn
Pain agony
My grave is ready
My tomorrow arrived from yesterday
Soul Depart
Soon Heaven’s start

My name will only be a reflection
It draws no attention
My eyes have seen
Wisdom has shown
A world that refuses to be truthful clean
My worries not
Death comes on time
The Death Angel has arrived
Transcended Heaven Bound
Lifted up and I soar.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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