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Jan 2014
Another cigarette in my teeth,
With each puff I take the world seems to unravel,
It's just another cold, dark cloudy night,
The same as the last time,
My old self is dead,
I've grown out of my shell to rise to freedom,
This is the start to a new beginning,
Never shall I be weak again I told my  self,
To let this pain rob me of my senses,
I realize now than ever before that I have killed my old self,
Forever more I am stronger,
Forget the past whats coming is so much better,
Till the future arises to golden the hills of the valley of the shadows I walk,
I am no longer the man I used to be,
My old self is dead and I am the murderer.
Conor Cleveland
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