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Apr 2016
Sometimes I walk a mile,
in my enemies shoes.

Sometimes I think about my life
in my enemies view.

Sometimes I smile,
when I don't know what to do.

Othertimes I just want to strife,
But yet I have no clue.

What do I do now,
that my life is done.

Where do I go now,
I've had my fun.
The Judge
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The Judge  18/M/Earth
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