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Jul 2015
Dear father,
Everything around us lures that inevitable fog.
All this pain soon will dissipate into hatred
Though you see me for what I am not,it's obvious
How hard I have tried to be the son you've envisioned.

Death just might be my last hope.  
Ring my neck, hang me by that rope.
Shawn H Reeder
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Shawn H Reeder  Idaho
(Idaho)   
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