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May 2014
my pain was sharp, spreading all over
the ones who tried to understand
or to forcibly
make it end.

there was no way
I could’ve described
there was no hope
I could’ve provided
for me or other
human being -
we were all just
waiting
to die.
Jacks Rage
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Jacks Rage
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   EL, --- and Fred F
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