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Nov 2013
once upon a winter day
i took my pen and paper pad
and wrote down every
unspoken word in my head

itΒ Β saddened me to see
how many there were indeed
is this how things would be
if i had just let them free?


once upon a winter day
i sat down with a cup of tea
and couldn't help but
stare at the scars on my wrist

they remind me of how i was
and how i still am
how i've changed and
how things have changed


once upon a winter day
i said goodbye for the last time
to my friends and my foes
to those i held dear

i was slowly fading away
just like my scars
i walked home alone again
knowing it was time to end my stay


once upon a winter day
i wrote my last words
on one last piece of paper
maybe now i'll be heard

i took my pills again
more than i should have
but it's okay because
this time i'll find peace
Shawn
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