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I can allow those heavy moments
to slip between the cracks of my character...
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Yesterday, I stood in
front of our Courthouse...
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Shards of shards
that split like dust in the corner...
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Throughout the years
they grew together...
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Dear Idiot...
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a humble vagabond; shadowing your existence
in search of a conclusion to a story that was...
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My first memory of depression
Takes me back to ten-years-old...
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Mama, I saved a life today
That boy would have died...
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but then
even my Daisies sprouted thorns...
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Hello,
Where’s the music gone...
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I tried to find home
by looking within and...
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I still want
the truth...