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Apr 2016
My heart beats rough,
Every dark vision burns.
Blackness in my blood,
Pain endlessly churns.

I need healing,
No one to lean on.
Pride and sacrifice,
Too many to mourn.

My soul is scarred,
I hide my service well.
Eyes forever dry,
I have already seen hell.
Zach Kelso
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Zach Kelso
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   Joseph Pattison
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