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Oct 2017
I never did fit in with my kind
loaded on liquor and wine
smoking joints like it’s ‘69.
It’s beginning to feel
like a waste of time,
like I’m sitting here waiting to die.
I wasn’t born just to lose this life.
I was born to live,
to see through crystal clear eyes.
Hannah
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Hannah  22/F/Nomad
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