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Fears of being rotten to the core
Here I sit with a candle lit
As I rest and wait to commit.
To a life of blue skies and angels,
As I try to ignore the pain sensation.
Whilst being overcome with isolation.
Trying in vain to think of happy thoughts,
As the devil looks on and applauds,
And laughs and jeers right in my face,
Since he knows that he is winning the race,
As he picks up a faster pace.
...Wednesday 6th July 2016 11:24 pm
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