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Jan 2018
I sat there looking at the broken man
The broken man looking back at me. With his eyes filled with hate and hurt he hates that he hurts and he hurts cause he hates. So when you see the broken man don't just look see why he hates and why he hurts.
This is one of the first ones I wrote please tell me what you think of it.
Written by
Josh ayre  17/M/Canada Nova Scotia
(17/M/Canada Nova Scotia)   
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