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Sep 2012
look in the mirror at eyes blood shot
a fight with life
a war hard fought
this roadmap of scars
i've wandered and ran
through all the storms i've endured
i've managed to stand.
i wake up weary of my constant striving
on my knees in the mud
barely surviving
a battered soul
a broken heart
with the hope i hold
i wont fall apart
i dig a little deeper
i stand a little taller
the power of my past
grows a little smaller.
Curtis
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Curtis  new york
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