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November 1, 2009
Like the times before him
he wishes he could forget
Lying awake at night
wishing he could still fight
All those times he desparately regrets
While a few see his innocence
Many see his pain
The only thing in mind
is the respect he wishes to regain
Sealing his shattered heart with the painful rejection
Only living life, starving for affection
The past can spill his secrets
but the future holds new experiences
Why? he asks why.





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