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Feb 2014
I take a little to much of each, 
Heart beat raises, doesn't work anymore. 
I can't believe I can't find the open door, 
Tears of regrets drop, as I take pill number four. 
Dropping the blade in the sink, 
I don't want to take another blink. 
Let me see the white light 
But how's that possible when I have no more sight. 
Goosebumps as the blade slowly cuts deep 
Trying to make my endings meet. 
As before the dark thoughts
Defeat 
Shattered eyes, withered heart. 
Bloomed rose as the wind tore it apart. 
Even the blind saw the pain, 
More hurtful when it cuts down the vain.
Written by
Juan Arellano
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