by J.J. Campbell
wipe away your
tears with my
bloody hands
embrace the evil
you feel inside
and allow it to
be the shining
light to your
new tomorrow
take each
heartache
and form the
foundation of
the largest wall
man has ever
known
be the witness
to these broken
bones and
shattered dreams
and quickly get
over yourself
there is no such
thing as winning
when you are poor
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