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By: Kevin McGonigle

I hate myself and where I’ve been

I can’t seem to find my way home again

The world is cold the

faces dark

I can’t find the light it

hides from sight

The ones called friends all turn their backs

I can see now that there is no return

The leaves are dead the

trees are still

My path is cold but it

goes forever on

I stand at the grave with my thoughts alone

The quiet space seems to mock my pain

The stones are still

The words are eternal

The dirt is fresh the

pain is raw

My heart was broken time and time again

I can’t seem to find a reason to continue again

The rope is tied the

string is taut

The chair is gone and

so am I

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