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Oct 2017
I know,
Death; Despair; Doom; Depression.
It's all my forte.
Slash, burn, stab, and ****.
Never was a little bit happy.
Showed no sign of giving in
To the greater forces in life.
I'll always be who I am.
And again, I'll return to my roots
One day.
I can never say I'm not.
This is 'cos I'll always be.
Written by
Janine Tan  23/F/Santa Barbara
(23/F/Santa Barbara)   
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