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Jun 2016
Laying on my bed ain't real rest.
I think about the night darkness can you hold my hand?
Feeling like I'm august I'm the only one to fall
Picking out myself again like black panthers do there Afros
Twisted, tangled and pulling all these thoughts again oh no
Can't keep running Forrest you just got to let it go.
Oldest poem from school I have
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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