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Dec 2011
Rage and crush and ****,
that's what I want to do,
I scream at the stars,
and reopen old scars.
My vision is red,
is it all in my head?
Why does this happen?
Who am I now?
Certainly not me,
at least not how I was meant to be.
I want to be loving,
and kind,
but doing that only gets me
left behind.
Benjamin  Adams
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Benjamin Adams
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