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Aug 2016
You stand me up, making me look cruel
Everyone turning bitter,
Unable to leave safety
Hating the likes of I

I try to be happy following your rule
Yet I’m not enough
You still hate thy
Why can’t I just die

You take me as no more than a fool
Mocking thy
Cursing thy
Not even letting me take off and fly....
Grim
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   deprivedkat and Jurtin Albine
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