April 26, 2010
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An endeavor I have yet to pass with anxious scars yearning to tear
Crazed, am I, among brothers who suffer diligently for their purpose
A crisp edge on which we walk separates us from society
Cold, forbidden, untouched
A crying child in each of us who wanders blankly about a fallow heart
I wish I could achieve the beauty in every pained expression and broken smile

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