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May 2015
I see it as clear as glass
seeing myself crack at last.
Making me think, what if I died?
With not one **** tear in anyone's eyes.
Tho it wouldn't really be much of a surprise
because, in reality, who am I?
*Nobody...
JD
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JD  27/M
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