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Sep 2012
So life in pain, its my life from day to day,
My mornings greet me with agony ,my evenings filled with cold wounds throbbing, yet still I wake to face the day, even though tears stream down my face, few will see them,who would care, a broken young man with the thousand mile stare.
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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