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Mar 2014
As my hands clench,
I fell the skin rip.
Creating ****** cracks.

These cracks are my life,
These ****** knuckles are alright.
I'm use to dry skin.

My anger boils,
My fist form.
Creating cracks.
Of a ****** Lifeline.
I hate it when my knuckles are cracked and bleeding.... **** YOU WORK!!!
Red Bergan
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Red Bergan  24/F/Anderson, SC USA
(24/F/Anderson, SC USA)   
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