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Nov 2017
I never claimed to be bulletproof,
You see, you created this tiny wound that entered my heart,
Blew the whole thing to hell,
Then, as if in slow motion my world fell apart.
I never claimed to be bulletproof
I just hid the exit scar well.
Alan JustATG
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Alan JustATG
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     Krista DelleFemine, Rick, Corvus, md and victoria
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