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Jul 2017
I'm angry today.

Just like I'm angry everyday.

I'm in love with a married woman.
My lot in life is to rot in that prison.
There's no end to this pain.
There's no rhyme to any reason.
She lives on a separate plane.
One where my heart doesn't ebb,


it just flows.


And I'm quickly losing blood
Chris Thomas
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Chris Thomas  43/M/Knoxville, Tennessee, USA
(43/M/Knoxville, Tennessee, USA)   
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