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Jul 2016
Ripped jeans
bruised knees
no one knows where you've been
no one cares enough to ask

White shirt stained red
and ringing inside your head
is this it am I dead?
it sure feels as though I am

Shoes now gone
you walked so long
blood pours from your knees too long
yet you get home and still say nothings wrong.
I don't know where this came from
gray rain
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