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Jan 2014
I want out
I left my path
Six feet long
And six feet In depth
The only bargain I have
Is with grim for death
What way when and where
All I got was loads of stares
But no one cared
They laughed and they pointed
To show that I was the weakest component
I was nothing
I meant no thing
I was lost
But i was free
Cut me down
The rope from a tree.
Jacob
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Jacob  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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