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Oct 2017
I don't need it
I don't ******* need it
Strip the flesh from my bones
Maybe then I can bleed it

The torment from past decisions
Letting emotions become my demons
Hiding within myself the only key
To accepting that I'm just a person

I can bleed all of it out
So people know what I'm talking about
When I tell them I understand
That I'm in that same pit of doubt
Should have been more specific in this, but when am I specific?
Justin Douglas Banks
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Justin Douglas Banks  28/M/Montana
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