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May 2017
We all move to the beat of a different drum,
My feet have give way,
As I start to run.
My wings expand,
As I take flight.
Cheers to a better reality,
Let the old me rest.
She will be gone after tonight.
Written by
Jordon Rivir  28/F/Baltimore
(28/F/Baltimore)   
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