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Oct 2021
In these eyes I do despise,
All the love,
Shared above,
Left to starve, my hope, it dies,

Born a dog that begs to live,
My words,
Unheard,
To me only tears they give.

Mind weak down I lie,
In the dirt,
With the hurt,
Last breaths asking why,

With hope in the end still ****** to fade,
Butchered by words and of joy afraid
Edward Schall
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Edward Schall  31/M/WV
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