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Oct 2016
He will, 'cause they always do
'cause they're "different", they always say
And I hold his scraps like a pillar
Like a conjurer I let them fade
Let them feed my hate
Feed my disgust, he did
Andje
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Andje  22/F/Italy
(22/F/Italy)   
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