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Jun 2017
I break my fist
as I crash against this
brick wall of
prepackaged *******.

I break my neck
as I try to twist
and barely miss
taking a bruising hit,
but still manage
to hurt myself
dodging it.

In the end
as I move to bend
letting light in,
and distorting it
taking the fragile part,
and reporting it
I break my heart,
but never lose it.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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