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Oct 2015
Now years have past
Still day after day I rehash
Hold tight my soul, unable to move
Come with explanation,Β Β on screams unsoothed
The curse of guilt, for even things I did not do
Are chains around my identity, mirrors lie to
the critical peace to my sanity, I am my own stranger head to toe
This reflection, this me                                           my hearts horror show
Written by
Billy payne  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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   Clyde Barrow
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