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This world

Every breath I take
Brings me closer to my fate
To feel no more
Would bring joy to my world
To know that pain will always stain
And remind me of this cruel world

Constantly in pain
Enough to go insane
What hope do i have
With no joy to retain

I was made to fly
But shot down
Wings clipped from the sky
Falling
Spiraling out of control
With no help
Relief comes on impact
Written by Willdb57
Published | Edited 18th Feb 2013
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