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Aug 2016
These battle wounds that i face every day of my life seam to be getting harder and harder to fight any more.
      These tears that i cant no longer hide seam to run faster and faster ever time i get beat down.
   It not right nor far that i have to live this life i do always wondering what happiness fells like and what it is to be loved and not hated on or beat up.
Written by
Rebecca Flores  bakersfield ca
(bakersfield ca)   
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