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Dec 2015
Do not cry
                  when I die.

Truth is I have been dead
the only life left was in my head

my heart tapped out a long time ago,
this world was not for me,  I had to go

Love, Life, and Happiness
is something I would never know

that black broken hearted baby from the ghetto
                     never could *grow
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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