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Nov 2017
I gave up.
I no longer search,
seeking your approval,
acceptance,
or affection.

I sat bleeding,
panicked,
right before you.
You simply asked
if the blade was okay.
B Chapman
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B Chapman  30/F/Memphis
(30/F/Memphis)   
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