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May 2014
the shame in conversation
why'd i allow myself to ask
could've witnessed an observation
now I'm faced to where my mask
never shall I revile my sane
through times I had been punctured
if it had remained the same
my soul would rest in comfort
disregarding my thoughts alone
an assortment of bad habit
such awful torture had been thrown
devising my pain emphatic
Madison McCray
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Madison McCray  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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