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December 30, 2011

Lost in the woods 
Running from your fears. 
You realize now 
There's people who've been all ears. 
They hear your every footstep
They smell your every breath. 
There waiting for you
To call upon your death. 
So your hated misery fades
And endless dreams begin. 
Thats when you
Finally pulled the pin. 
It hit the ground
With a sound all it's own. 
Set far apart
From the place you've called home. 
Then boom it went
Sending blood and tears flying. 
Now those voltures swoop in
And feast off you dying.