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Jan 2016
My therapist
told me I should
Be more positive
and
Stop focusing on the
Negative.

So I talked to some
Old friends and reminisced.  
Reminisced on how
we cheated in class,
Talked to girls
And did drugs
just to past time.

Maybe those we're better days.
Days when we had
some form of
Innocence.

Now I turn on the
News and all
I see is Isis, war, ****,
Mass murders and racist faces.
People telling me lies and
Convincing me on
what to believe.

Who knows, maybe trump secretly
Loves black people and Mexicans.

So much for
Positivity,
I should ask that
Therapist for my
Sixty dollars back.
Tom Fiddle
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   Samuel Hesed
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