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Dec 2014
I can't seem,
to help myself.
Not when it's time to sleep.

Worthless thoughts,
Laid on the shelf,
As I'm slowly counting sheep.

The gun comes down,
I swing my fist,
His Bullet fires,
****, it missed.
Leonard Steven Declan
Written by
Leonard Steven Declan  Neverland
   ---, Caitlin and Lily Mae
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