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Jul 2011
There is no voice trailing in my mind..
I'm lost in this....
What a catastrophe
I have become nothing more

Shifting in and out
Crawling
Spills out my mouth
This colour I don't want to see

A wall of anger
Pushes me
Farther away
From what I need
Andrew
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Andrew  35/M/North Carolina
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