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Dec 2018
Everyone is damaging
Each other
Or themselves
Hoping to catch a glimpse
Not of blood or bone or pain
But of some form of truth
A hint
As to why we are here
And what we are supposed to do

Some do so much damage
That the damage
Itself
Becomes the answer
Instead of the question
Stephen
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Stephen  38/M/Eastern VA
(38/M/Eastern VA)   
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