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Jan 2014
These longing days of my deadly worries
Smash together as if a hammer bringing me to my knees  
So scared of my eyelids drawing closed for fear of death
Makes this tormented soul shiver like i'm about to have the last big gasps of breath

The only restful break from the relentless crashing of waves of hate
Are the strikes of bitter metal bring up a hurtful debate
The dripping of my glowing crimson is peaceful
Brings my dark self to the thought lets make the rope be lethal

My short life told in a format of millions of self painted scars
Yet my last vision in this life is of you in the stars
James Ephraim stubbs
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