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Aug 2017
my heart was a battlefield
and love was the losing side
no matter the weapon it wields
hate conquered the divide

it grew to fill my once pure soul
surrounded by my sins
a vicious cycle of vexed control
hate is the one that wins.
Written by
Roisin  16/F/Ireland
     Lior Gavra, Shang and Isabelle
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