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Jun 2014
When the music fades.
When I'm lowered.
When my eyes cast a porcelain glaze.
It's not over.

Taken my last breath today
All my troubles fly away.
I hope you're there.
Brushing flies through my hair.

Everything becomes a blur.
Forever now I'm sober.
Cross my arms and spread the dirt.
No mamma, it doesn't hurt.

No longer will I take your space.
Paint a smile on my face.
Delivery me from all my fears.
While my memory disappears.

I hope you're there.
It's not over.
Jonathan Wood
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Jonathan Wood  33/M/Home?
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