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Oct 2010
I weep and rage and want to fix
a pain I did not cause,
And rip wide into stupid men,
with sharpened deadly claws.

Some stuck from fear, and some from pain
and some just in denial,
For those I search, for those I reach,
and go the extra mile.
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