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Jul 2014
Rotten to the core mentally and the pain never
seem to go away.
Nights are spent wondering how much more of
this unwanted pleasure am I having to take.

There's no escaping this no matter how hard I try
there's nothing about this that seems discreet.
I'm seeking answers but they all seem to pass me by
the pain is more intense it's causing me not to sleep.

I'm miserable, I need a miracle or something magical
that will eventually get me away from this.
It burns inside of me like an old match with an open flame,
burning me at its own will, burning me insane.

**** me now to release me from the agony and this despair,
point me to places where I find some kind of release.
I'm searching for understanding and hope, and almost anything
that could give my mind some peace.

My arms hurt, my legs hurt and the pain is moving from my toes
straight down to the bottom of my feet.
Somebody get me some help because I'm a tired old man who's
giving up and my eyes are beginning to weep.
Phillip Blytheville
Written by
Phillip Blytheville  Dallas, Texas
(Dallas, Texas)   
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     st64 and Joseph Schneider
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