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Dec 2013
Tears are forming behind light blue. You peer into my soul so confused. I'm bleeding out after years of abuse. It's too bad that you didn't get a better view.

I shake and shiver behind this mask. The child inside keeps begging to ask. Where's the sun so I can bask. This life has turned into a gruesome task.

The shovel sits by the bed in wait. Soon enough I'll meet the final fate. Clouds will break and I'll escape the hate. Rising above my heaven awaits.
Written by
Greg Obrecht
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   Nikki Whittaker
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