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Title: Death met his eyes

by Oleta from Kent | in writing, poetry

He lay curled up like a small child,
He thought he could play the hero,
He knew he thought wrong.

His head was swollen,
From all the words that were spat at him,
He felt like a complete failure.

The needle that started his insanity,
Had wiped away all his self respect,
His wife knew what it was,
But she didn't want to tell him.

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