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Nov 2014
In this year no one came to my aid,
I even prayed,
I attempted to give away my joy as a trade,
this pain never faded,
shaded by my eyes forever jaded.

I cannot feel pain any longer,
by default I thought this made me stronger.
A lie ingrained by my apathy,
I faded in and out of sanity,
while no longer part of humanity.

Life became so gray,
I began to decay.
A voice told me to just die,
I decided to say bye instead of listening to my cry.
Another year another death soon to come.
I only make poems when my soul bleeds.~Ito
Ito
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Ito  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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   Kelly Rose
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