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Dec 2015
On my face a stream of tears,
working to release my biggest fears.

Walking through the pouring rain,
I then release all my pain.

Through all my dreams turned mares,
I work as my mind tries to make repairs.

All the pain brings in hate,
and the self harm starts to dominate.

In the end I am made of evil,
with my soul trying to make a good retrieval.
Christina Cox
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Christina Cox  Utah
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