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Mar 2014
This stick and stones ransack rebellion,

and now a broken appendage is just, well, that’s it.

It’s going to be that way now till I die.

Inside we’re all screaming, even when we scream outside.

Subtlety is not an act of human consciousness,

and truth be told, sometimes I forget why we try

to find the longest way around what we want to say.

Love would be easier if you’d all just *******.

I hate myself, but I’m content with that.

I’m not anyone’s biggest fan, but I’ll learn.

I hate religion.

I love curse words.

I ******* love curse words.
Austin Heath
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Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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