Poems about my childhood
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Take my flower please
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Just a commentary on the effects of child abuse on a grown man
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The earliest clear memory I have as a little boy was one of hiding in my closet at night. You see, my Mom was a drunk. When she was sober she was brilliant and creative. When drunk she became the true Dr. Jekyll a
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M aybe I should not have been born, O r maybe I was a loser, as you
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Happiness seems to elude my soul
And flees as darkness in the sun -
31 lines, 8 comments, on Mar 12 5:43 AM 2008
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Small and helpless
ruled by fear
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