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May 2015
I stand before you, stripped of pride.
My name is trash; ive lost my stride.
Adament for one more night.
More oer you'll see she's right.
One more mistake would leave me empty.
Nuances blur lines of bitter sweet.
Save one that calls me by my name.
Take heed, take stock but leave no shame.
Eagerly i plot to share my pain.
Run away before i can.


*Thanks everyone for your words of encouragement. it feels nice to air out my words where they can be appreciated.
More than Man
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More than Man  30/M/America
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     --- and Awesome Annie
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