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Mar 2021
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Sometimes I forget the happy things I used to write to myself
Out of anger
I wish I just got better
But nothing seems to change
I wrote, nothing seems to change
Why the **** does nothing always change?








Why?
A poem by an angry poet.
Vaampyrae
Written by
Vaampyrae  22/F
(22/F)   
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   Benzene and Imran Islam
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