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Oct 2020
This time,
I wont run.
This time,
I'll feel it all
every ounce of pain,
every punch to the gut,
every knife in my back,
in my heart.
I want to remember this.
Brand me.
So I can finally stop
repeating history.
I wont be numb this time .
Owen
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Owen  27/M/Ft. Campbell TN
(27/M/Ft. Campbell TN)   
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