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May 2017
Self subjection to deeds I despise.
All things above me.., enraged I realize.
Silent screams emanating from eyes
allude to actions, incipient, though still trapped inside..,
so hindering I hide, in rear of reddened eyes,
submerged in amber-old, and deafened by my lies.
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AmbientThought  25/M/NE Pennsylvania
(25/M/NE Pennsylvania)   
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