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Feb 2013
as you find me
lying here
you say to yourself
what do I care
I scream for mercy
I scream with pain
you look at me and say
whom is to blame
now I am dead
with nothing to bare
as I lay here
floating up high
thinking of why
I had to die
written: 4.21.04
Chrysta Ashlock
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Chrysta Ashlock  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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