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Aug 2015
Feeling burnt inside. Living with wounds. All the hardships denied. All of us living in these tombs. Torn and tatterd. Never knowing what's next. Had any of this even matterd. When you look at my battle scars.
First poem, first jab at the heart
Casey Rizzo
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Casey Rizzo  Anywhereuwant
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