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Mar 2018
I took a walk in the park
But I got bored
I took a moment to breathe
What am I outside for,

I hate this place
It all wants me dead
Can't help but make a face
My skin is turning red
Just what I dread

How long will I be this young?
I stay up late
I burn my tongue

I dont wanna pay my bills
I'll walk the world
I'll live off thrills
Life on the outside.
The words on my head right now is burning, another random poem for you people!
Daniel
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Daniel  22/M/Philippines
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