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Apr 2015
everytime I hold my head up
the sun only burns my eyes
hot enough to wake the dead up
these thoughts don't compromise

every time I put my foot down
I step on the broken glass
I search, but nothing good's found
just a burning that always lasts
GaryFairy
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GaryFairy  54/M/Cleveland, Ohio
(54/M/Cleveland, Ohio)   
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