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Jan 2011
At last!
Real pain!
The tears fall like rain
To land in the dirt
And hiss from the hurt
Bow my head
Broken, dead
Not a word has been said
Since the agony hit
I curled up in my bed
No more feeling, but grieving
It's my fault for believing
I could make a dream real
You could make the scars heal
Yet when I close my eyes I still see yours.
Cain Arkay Lazarus
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Cain Arkay Lazarus  29/Genderqueer/California
(29/Genderqueer/California)   
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