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Eating old crow, no feathered smile
Past discretion in current pages
Remembrance of younger guile
Regret of childish rages, shattered joys
Stolen for a decades ride
Swept under this tattered covering
The pain I caused and tried to hide
Tossed aside your loving, as broken toys
Today brings shuddering sympathetic cries
The ripped heart strings on her face
Cannot undo my life of lies, my ego tries
Emotions cringing in disgrace, as boys will be boys
Boys….will be boys
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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