《New Poetry Book》The Death Of Many

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Feeling crushed, and lost

In the abyss,

I should of known the cost of death

Maybe I should end it all

There is no one to call

Hitting the ground

Laying there

Death to the sound of silence

No more hate or violence

Blood swirls from my side

My spirit flies away to glide

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