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Apr 2016
I think the cost was too much..
Too much... too much...
This isn't who I am...
It isn't... it isn't...

Echoes speak through the clouds of my agony
And the violence in me rears its bladed head
The blood falls in walls of showers
And the roar of guilt is overwhelming!

I whisper... set me free...
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
(28/M/Washington State)   
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