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Jan 2015
I'm like a bomb
a countdown
three, two, one
Now I'm exploded,
gone,
made into another one
Anger larger than my four foot nine frame
greener than my eyes with envy,
stuck in an never ending hole of self hate
please don't get near me,
I'm just ticking
I don't want to hurt you,
with the words I say
because I don't think.
I don't want you to hate me,
but if you talk to me,
that's what will happen
I'll just blow up your world...
I don't know where this came from I was just brainstorming and this is what came out of it, I don't really like it
Renee
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Renee  19/F/WV
(19/F/WV)   
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     Margaret B and Renee
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