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Jun 2017
First I said it wrong,
Ending up with such a bad day,
Everything's confusing, weird, never alluring
Love is weird,
Such a bother, it is
Blood spills, not just for life
And not just for death
Dearly it became,
My relative's dismay,
Array, towards yander,
Nothing is never the same,
Feels, Bad, Man.
Nathan Raux
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Nathan Raux  15/M
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