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Mar 2015
i try to cover it up
drugs, clothes, anything really
but they still say
you look like **** today
i shrug it off, hoping it's just the illness
or maybe they're using it as an excuse
i wouldn't be surprised or care for that matter
for my illness will be gone soon, along with me
John Pilgrim
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John Pilgrim  London
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