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May 2012
So full of pain
Why am I in this game?
Moods swing me this way and that
Feel like I'm being thrown to the mat
Over and over again
I get up and then
I ask when
the next hit will strike
and haunt me all night
Zulu Samperfas
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Zulu Samperfas
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