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Nov 2013
Despair in the deepest

Living each day just to live
Breathing each breath just to breath

Rising to just live on the surface
This corpse more dead than any source of purpose


Infection creeps up on you, the worlds collide
The fire spreads from fingernail to the roots deep inside

Thoughts become habit
Habits become disease

Infected and congested
Freddie Rogers
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Freddie Rogers  Kentucky
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