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Apr 2015
As I walk,
On the black top.
Till my feet bleed.
My wings tattered,
Soul destroyed.
Fearing for my life,
From the might of your words.
You brought this upon us...
Now I leave you,
Without saying Goodbye.
Without saying 3 little words.
They don't mean anything,
When I say them to you.

Only one thing left to say,
I'm sorry,
*But this is MY LIFE.
Some issues went down and it was not pretty.. Don't ask either
Dark Jewel
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Dark Jewel  20/F/Greenville, SC
(20/F/Greenville, SC)   
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