my Journey
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2012-09-12 21:17:25 (UTC)


When life dealt me a hand so vile
All my soul began to rile
And from my sadness spewed the bile
Of my anger at the dealer
So when the dealer never came
I shackled myself in a cage
Made of self-pity and of rage
My world became much clearer
Locked in the sickness of my mind
My only mission to survive
I thought of ways to pass the time
By thinking of my death
So when the clock kept ticking on
And when I'd held on for so long
When my last spark of hope was gone
I partook in my last breath.


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