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A tear fell a thousand stories from my lonesome weeping face I had no built up aggression- no overwhelming rage Forever tired of all the stress. . . of which I had no control My body painfully ached from all the pain- and now- I am no more
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
The Weeping Boy
A tear fell a thousand stories from my lonesome weeping face I had no built up aggression- no overwhelming rage Forever tired of all the stress. . . of which I had no control My body painfully ached from all the pain- and now- I am no more
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
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