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Jan 2016
If there’s a god
Please help me right now
My skin looks like it’s rot
Like I already said goodbye

The sickness can’t be cured
Although the scars have faded
My voice still won’t be heard
A new one will be created
Copyrights: Sem Kristina
Written by
Clown  23/F
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