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Jul 2013
If you'd stop

Feeling

So god ****** sorry

For yourself

You'd have nothin to
Feel sorry about
--
And your suffering

(Which is totally imaginary
Anyway)

Would cease

But -- then what?
--
You'd be free to act responsibly

Which is what you fear
---

So you "suffer" loudly

And become ugly
--

And befoul the world

With dead love

And it's agony
Written by
jeffrey robin
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   Ian Cairns
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