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Jul 2015
Dust suspended,
in sins I've committed.
Eyes of my innocents
reflect back at me.
Why they scream
the shame is to much for me.
Monsters lie inside my head,
expose the truth,
crushing dreams.
Dust and shame is all I eat.
Jake Jackson
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Jake Jackson
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