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he’s hurt
that’s not anger you see
that’s the blood he’s bleeding when the flesh of his soul is pierced
he’s not screaming
it’s the sound of his tears cutting furrows down his cheeks
those aren’t scars
they are his memoirs
what’s your story?

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