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Poetry by Brandon WordSmith — exploring love, loss, faith, and the human experience. The site loads its full interactive experience with JavaScript; what follows is the readable text version.

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Founder's Canon

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ever have I needed help

I’ve always made it through myself But this time I doubt I can take it And no longer can I fake it No longer can I cry at night I’ve lost my strength and will to fight I just can’t take it anymore I hate this life, I hate this world I hate how people always leave me How they are so apt to deceive me And the way that life repeats My tragedies, and my defeats If this is how the rest will be Then now would be the time to leave Take the key and turn, unlock Slowly open up Death’s box Bring this hell unto an end And break me before I can bend Flashing pictures, life and dreams Until from this body I’m free

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