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Jul 2016
Opening old wounds
It's putting me in certain doom
My mind runs wild
Feeling like a child
So I cut with this blade
Hoping the memories will fade
And I can finally grow
My self-esteem is so low
You got me messing up my hair
Sitting then jumping in my chair
I can't stop thinking of all those times
You were ugly and unkind
Your making me open old wounds
It's putting me in certain doom
Please!!!!!!!!!!
Get out of my head
Just give me some room
Shane Michael Stoops
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Shane Michael Stoops  45/M/Mo Valley, IA
(45/M/Mo Valley, IA)   
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