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Nov 2018
If I could harness anger,
I would be feared?

If I stood at the precipice,
I would be strong.

If I was related,
who would call home?

If this has meaning.
where do I go?

Jaded with loneliness.
I weep alone.
Jacobe Loman
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Jacobe Loman  32/M/Kentucky
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