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Sep 2017
All the fuel you poured on me,
I wouldn't  burn,
In just the same way you will not learn.

You didn't just take me,
You tamed me.
A lion like fire
You chiselled me to size.

I'm left prim,
but still no ones prize
And I despise how
My eyes turned from gold
To green.

How I went from a sight
To being unseen.
How you made me cold,
Feel deranged and act mean.
How I dimmed before a light I thought was brighter.

Now on a path much lighter,
How thought and remembrances
Make my heart that much tighter.
But in life to live one must be a fighter.

I can burn
Like the sun,
Learn the universe
And become one.

I can move beyond
All that's bound me,
I can be fond
Someone else found me.
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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       --- and Deedee
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