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Apr 2014
I came face to face with my demons.
They teased and taunted, terrified and tricked me into submission.
The torture went on and on, battle scars up and down my arms.
And I came out, beaten, but breathing.

People avoided me and whispered, thinking I couldn't hear them.
Those who didn't, looked at me and said
"You're lucky to be alive"
Shocked were their faces when I told them
"No, not really..."

I wish they would have killed me,
I wish I wasn't here
I wish I didn't have to live in fear
I wish for the sweet caress of death.

Soft, tender, loving, peaceful.
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Ashlei Cottom
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Ashlei Cottom  Shelton,WA
(Shelton,WA)   
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