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Jun 19
It's unjust, mistaken, rained upon the lambs.
  They're all innocent. I own each ounce of anger.
  Brutality lurks just beneath my smile.
  I inherited my war broke dad's rage as my own.
  I keep it at bay best I can. Addiction is my lover.
  She holds me. She calms me. She helps me forget.
BJ Donovan
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BJ Donovan  70/M/Charlotte NC
(70/M/Charlotte NC)   
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