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February 4, 2014

Bruised and beaten here i stand

i slowly, gently take your hand

im tryin to learn im trying to be

whatever it is you want from me

the red haze lifts if only for now

but i cant see clearly because i dont know how

ive always been and always will be

weak and broken because thats my reality.

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