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feling the stubble on my head of hair that was once there.
no more pain. not so much. can you tell by looking at me can you tell oh can't you see. i am just me. no more rest of you life in pain , setting the watch, watching the clock. i have felt so much...... pain pain pain, was all i knew. pain inflicted by myself. waves of electric shock . lost days and months. injections were the cure so needless now. my hair will soon grow my life will renew. ok my shot at a poem first draft i'll work on it. |
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