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A Veil of Wounded Pride

In every thing he found a joke at every one he took a poke While himself hid deep inside a fragile veil of wounded pride One day the veil, ripped clean from under his heart, rent in two asunder Left behind 'cross dusty floor to haunt and hunt ~ Why? Wherefore?

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Date: 7/21/2025 3:23:00 AM
contemplative words ... reminds me of my younger brother.
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