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Burn Victim Empty years of hoping for love to embrace me, my methods of coping now seek to erase me. Like a car long rusted, my heart tries to rally. So sorry I trusted; I’m still in this valley. Sweet poems, a love song no longer bear beauty. Blazing anger so strong roars up to consume me. The fire of my outrage is useless and wasted for nothing will assuage the dreams I once tasted. Long years lie before me. Each dawn brings bitter pain. Your love holds me tightly as I wait here in vain. 02/12
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