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Jai Truesdale May 2013
there I sat with ******
trying to 
rapidly reduce rage
and keep myself from
smashing my head into his pride,
a 1 and 3/4 in pain
of glass
that could not break
unlike my heart 
now reopening it's wounds 
and letting my scars bleed 
so maybe he could see 
how he ****** up
and if he ever does get to 
feel the sunlight on his face, free
then I would certainly take his security
and end his disease 
because I am suffering 
while he is allowed to breathe.

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