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Apr 2015
With restless angst I poke and pry
Your brothers blind stand idly by
Veiled hate? Bad place? No reason why
Felt no surprise when you said die

Head in hands don't even cry
From the room you quickly fly
Red hands; caught; my own blood dye
And still I form an alibi

You suffered then, well so did I
You suffered more I won't deny
No one knows while I live the lie
Why you felt you must say die

Displeasing scar to shameful eye
Down I fall from horse on high
Plans ruined; dreams break; I'm the reason why
You felt the need to say die.
Zachary
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Zachary  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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   Cecil Miller
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