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He was a tornado of dysfunction since he was born
Walking around secretly torn
His bright facade fooled everyone
His plea for savior was distant
But too risky to shun
An addiction he said
These wretched thoughts pierce his head
Causing him to do harm
Not upon others, but upon his arm

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last updated 22 March 2012 - 3:11pm
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10 October 2012 - 7:38pm — battlepink
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I've been reading your stuff

I've been reading your stuff and I'm very intrigued, going to recommend you to a friend on here

12 October 2012 - 1:27am — bluebird_
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Thank you very much, it means

Thank you very much, it means a lot!

22 March 2012 - 11:31am — drangel
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Your poem

wretched instead of retched ...and all else is great.
By the way, is it a limb paralysis??

Dr S T Wali
Pediatrician/Pediatric HIV Specialist
New Delhi-110001