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Dead Again?

Haven't we touched on this, why must we continue on, another attempt to end it all, was this truly the final call?

Your way too sensitive, it is nothing personal, stand your distance from my hate, it will subside at this fast rate.

It is just one of my stages, walls of red without end, emotions shot to hell, am I dead again?

ronin67

@ronin67

Started writing poetry officially in 1991, enjoy reading Edgar Allen Poe, reading and dissecting the Holy Bible, and listening to beautiful/inspiring people. Age has no bearing on creativity. Some of the most beautiful things come from those of much lesser age and life experiences. So listen to those young people!

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