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Nov 2016
Sticks and stones may break my bones
And words may break my heart.
You spit at me with vicious tones
That doomed me from the start.
With nothing left but awful dread
Its hard to live each day.
My body’s numb
My soul is dead
And everything is gray.
2015
Astra Zenneth
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Astra Zenneth
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