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Aug 2014
I climbed through the devil's dungeon
his hollow empty pit.
I've been the bag of bones at the bottom
a ridiculed *******.

My hands were never clean
I loved playing in the dirt.
The only reason I know happiness
is because of all the hurt.
Kimberly Seibert
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Kimberly Seibert  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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