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Feb 2016
When I was young.
I would take things personally
I would become sad.
But one day.
I said **** that
It stuck around.

I said **** it,  **** that and **** all your stupid ****
**** the past and **** the bad things up in the ***
**** everything what a way to live.
But now I am happy and I've run out of ***** to give.
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William Robinson
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William Robinson
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