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Feb 2013
I'm tired of this fight
All the scars
All the bruises
All the pain
"For what?"
I ask
"there is nothing there for me"
Yet,
There is
There might
There could
"what purpose do I have"
I'll tell you
"what do you know"
I know enough
"prove it"
I will
"what purpose do I have"
To live
This life
Before you
Die
Without
Living through
YOLO!!!!
The voice
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The voice  Wisconsin
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