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Jan 2018
I sit at the park,
Puffing toxic smoke ;
Inhaling the pain i weep alone.
My life, indeed is like a rolling stone.
As the sun shines,
I became blinded,
While I exhale..
Puff.
Puff.
Puff.
Where is my hope.
Manuel Hutchinson
Written by
Manuel Hutchinson  22/M/Pompano beach FL
(22/M/Pompano beach FL)   
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