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May 2017
Some people look down upon them
Saying they have nothing good within
But I see it differently
In markups, I see
The person I was, am, and could've been
Is it weird to occasionally empathize with graffiti?
Breeze-Mist
Written by
Breeze-Mist  19/F/North America
(19/F/North America)   
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