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Apr 17, 2008
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Putting down the bat
Staley wrote “my pain is self chosen”
I'm so sick of this self loathing
Calloused flesh grown to serve and protect
Now just a memory; there is none left
I swing the bat of perfection
Hoping that it will guide me in the right direction
Blunt force trauma just beating myself down
Fetal-ing up like a virgin in a wedding gown
Pain that makes me teachable
Putting my self worth on a pedestal unreachable
Constructive conscience turning to morbid reflection
Disappears quicker than donuts at a fat boy convention
If someone else treated me like this
They’d surely meet my raging fist
So take this bat and do what you will
Just for today I’ve had my fill
— Frost Smith, Apr 17, 2008
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Hi Frost
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If someone else treated me
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Great Lines
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That what we do
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Knuckles unclenched
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Bat
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Interesting write, Frost
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Three ideas
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right with you brother,
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One of my favourite
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this