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Oct 2013
Running from the fears, the lies, and the hurt. Running away from all the sadness and anger built up inside thinking will this day be a good day? The day were hurt comes to self harm then self harm coming to life of forgotten. Drowning in the hands that pull you down from beneath your chest trying to escape from the memory's that marked your body.
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Matt Brennan
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