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Apr 17
I was very angry
So out the window
I didn’t care
Bet aware
Where does it all begin
Coming from my head
I wasn’t sure
Who was pure
Now to see the lost Light
Wasn’t waiting for
Comes a price
Keeping rumbles at heart
Not to watch someone
Lost to become
Very numb
Gripping out hanging teeth
Fearing to decay
Won nother day
To meet way
People lost their own wit
How to find out why
We quit to shy
To deny
Left hormonal our rage
To place us and save
What left to crave
Bones to path
So far wondered the wrath
Soul to conclave
Knight from the knave
Near to grave…
Nickolas J McKee
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Nickolas J McKee  29/M/Wherever
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