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Sep 2014
My eyes carry the heavy burdens that surround me,
It’s been so long since I've seen my tears,
Now no one will come running to my defense,

My sanity.

But they all want a part of the cake,
Keep it all behind your demons and listen to me,
We have problems only the pure can help,

My purity is about to run out.
Nathaniel Owen
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Nathaniel Owen  VA
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