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sam-ishmael-nocum-cruz
sam-ishmael-nocum-cruz
I hide, but I do not run. / I am nut, and a son of gun. / I broke the chain, for violence is my pain. / I hate to hurt, it hurts me more. / I hurt so easy it makes me sore. / I pray someday it will all go away. / In words of something that I can spray. / So until then good luck to each soul in play.