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Nov 2014
Icy
Chills running up and down my spine
it seems I feel this all the time
my sickness and my nerves so delicately intertwined
It's like all my receptors are drunken with wine
They say you'll learn to live with this over time
they say there are groups and support hotlines
But picture living, knowing that your most precious *****, the mind
could very well be the cause of you dying
Imagine living knowing you could be on borrowed time
Wanting to the live to the fullest,
but dying quicker than a mullet.
With no air rising from your gullet
"who will take care of my mom,
who will watch my nieces and nephews grow up?
Who will be there for my girlfriend and dad?
aren't you glad...
yes I am glad that I've lived and fought as long as I have
still, you can't help but consider what's at the end of life's path
NeroameeAlucard
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NeroameeAlucard  Chicago Illinois
(Chicago Illinois)   
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   --- and Victor
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