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Mar 2018
Death is inevitable
I am dying to early though
And it is all because of you
My life is a wreck
I have problems
Beyond what you can see
You are making it worse
I feel the rope around my neck
I can't believe that
You are my noose
Kids are killers
Adults are zombies
Ghost are the most relatable
To my twisted fantasy
Ignore the people's harsh words
But sometimes you just can't
Sage
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Sage  18/Trans Female
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