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May 2014
You spit in my face and tear through my soul.

The intricacies and delicacies of life, pay my toll.

I cause hurt, have been hurt, but feel nothing withal.

The lifetimes we often choose to accept,

are the ones we often choose regret.

with no middle-ground I am left here to say,

disregard the past, create a new day.
si
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si  Hamilton, Ontario
(Hamilton, Ontario)   
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