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you don't know the times I bled out onto the page, wrestling with my demons, regretting my inner rage. you don't know how I fought to stand here and say this tonight. just please honor my sacrifice for freedom, for my life.
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Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 8:21 AM UTC
Paper Cuts Deeper Than Swords
you don't know the times I bled out onto the page, wrestling with my demons, regretting my inner rage. you don't know how I fought to stand here and say this tonight. just please honor my sacrifice for freedom, for my life.
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Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 8:21 AM UTC
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