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Feb 2016
If only I could empty
The pangs of my mind
Upon these pages
What a mess you'd find
In words of rage
In staggering truths
In broken memories
Of my unsettling youth

Instead I write
In a vague dim light
My heart, it cringes
On a cold dark night
So many things
That are never right
Stuffed deep in despair
Where memories blur
A place where forgiveness
Never gave birth

And there upon the page
The tragedy I label mine
Never again a part of me
The mess I'd leave behind...
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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