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Some people have power problems.

They come at you with issue.

You see there eyes are full.

You stop to get a tissue.

My hurt comes from refrain.

My hurt comes with my name.

My hurt comes with disdain.

My hurt comes with all days.

Huge and aching,

always breaking,

I cannot stop the taking.

It's like I'm always shaking.

Looking towards the past,

gazing makes me laugh,

no matter which it is,

I am just not that.

Roaring from my stacks,

terrified with my knacks,

heavy down pour of this tack,

laden upon my single back.

K.A.P.

5/15/2009