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Sep 2017
Of all she knew of pain,
self doubt was by far the worst.
Abstract scars,
a worn, old heart,
a practiced smile,
and a medicated mind.
None could distract.
None could heal.
Her soul bent and quivered,
Yet she will never kneel.
B Chapman
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B Chapman  30/F/Memphis
(30/F/Memphis)   
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