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Dec 2016
I have this amazing ability
To smile through the pain
And laugh through the torture
While my heart is carved like turkey

You never know when I'm dying inside
Or when I'm standing on the edge
The thoughts I have seeing sharp objects
You'd think I was the happiest guy alive

Everyone says how good I am
How much I help them up
Nobody sees the pain I cause
Or the damage I inflict
Written 24 February 2016
Jack Jenkins
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Jack Jenkins  28/M/Washington State
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