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| Reaching out for a private moment Hands raised in fear I am so confused used abused wasted abanodoned angry & LOST Tearing down that familiar road eyes ever same I am so tired & empty Worthless Selfless Acute All the pain and the rage that two years FESTERED inside My disease My cure this release |
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