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Apr 2018
Having diseased skin makes it harder to decay
Having these thoughts
How to make it go away
No sign says I'm okay
How am I supposed to make it through each day
Being dead for this long
Made me realize you only have you
Blood dried up
Bones now dust
No longer is my mind at bay
So wake up

Pray.
Anonymous
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