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May 2014
Hands stained red with blood
reaching out touching
only spreading more
Trying to take the pain away
He tries to hold on
only killing more
His fight to live
killing the only thing he ever
truly cared about.
The monster I have become
is the monster you can't see...
...I have failed you
Ranger
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Ranger  In the Dark
(In the Dark)   
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