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Mar 2014
Tell em I came to end the days
Theres no more life inside my bones.
Give em the best day I know
And throw it to the dogs.
My big face was decieving.
My eyes are growing cold.
I was grounded with the water
And now the time is told.
The endings always numb.
So i took to my advantage
And landed in the white caps.
Its only just second
So dont think I was wrong.
My mothers a helpless women
Who lives with out a sun.
Michael Parish
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Michael Parish  Tacoma, washington
(Tacoma, washington)   
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