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Sep 2014
Now I'm falling into pieces
Searching my minds deepest reaches
and I start to feel it creeping in
As the haunting thoughts just begin

The ghost of my sins start to scream
Reflecting on actions once redeemed
and I know I need to just let go
But the spirits reach out from below

Seemingly impossible to overcome
As I try to bury whats been done
and as ones buried another arises
**** the spirit or face your demise
Loosely translated occidere spiritum means "To **** the ghost or spirit".  We are all haunted by our past.
Christopher Lowe
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Christopher Lowe  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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