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Aug 2012
My heart was blackened,
by practice,
so don't ask me,
why I'm like this,
for it was all you're doing to me,

You're the reason for my situation,
and why my whole life,
has turned to hell,

Somebody grant me a wish,

Or cast a spell,

Because I'm gonna need magic,
to survive this tragedy,
known as my home,

It's also known as,
My Hell.
ehh..
Johnnie Rae
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Johnnie Rae  25/F/New Jersey
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