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May 2017
Him
Hate is the word
To describe all the hurt
A feeling blocked from the world
His thoughts are heart stopping
And this meant the world was flopping
He cuts to channel his pain
And his thoughts are so unchanged
Happiness is fading away
And his heart is at such dismay
His only fear
Is losing himself
To the grim reaper
Alexander Miller
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Alexander Miller  20/M/United States
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