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Sep 2017
First come the roses
Then come the fears
Followed by ecstasy
Wrapped up with tears

Arms are tight
Lips are soft
Until the fights
Rip large holes

That sweet smile
Starts to disappear
Friends start to whisper
Before it turns to thin air
The Jolteon
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