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Dear past oppressors, I don't forgive your malice. I don't know if I ever will. The damage done is certain, all your taunts, they haunt me still. My self-image has been shattered.
One tear Because that's all I can spare You slowly walk away It is finished This last sunset This last laugh This last moment Gone, forever The rain then came
Please scorn not the poet For the rhymes too slanted, For syllables miscounted, For content hard to read.   Did our history keep Shakespeare’s first love sonnet? Virgil’s practice poems?
A promise broken,You said you would keep me.You said you would stop,Mommy, Daddy can you hear me? A touch from God saved me,
My best friend was the bottle. My brother was the smoke. I lived it up real good Before life caught up and choked Me out of my mind. And now I see That I was killin' myself. Now all that I need
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