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Dec 2012
This small boat of mine is battered and chipped.*

And
I don't know,
Who I am, where I've been,
Why glacier shackles crown my wrists,
How I survived this gunshot wound shaped like sin,
Or what it means to not disappoint my father,
And be a ****** Man.
DM Pierce
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DM Pierce  24/M
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