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Aug 2016
Why has he become such a desperate little child,
It is due to the fact that he has grown wicked and wild,
All this time cut off from the world has deemed him unholy,
This child is becoming such a pesky little bully,
With heart heavy and eyes ready to relieve their tears,
"Is this the end, why am I here" he vacantly fears,

Oh dear child with your upper lip cut,
Just keep on fighting and trusting your gut.
Written by Tristan
Xyrrio
Written by
Xyrrio
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