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Apr 2018
My life like a bed of wild roses
My heart left for later
Weak corneas of the eyes
I’m lifeless and inactive
Tell me you will figure this out
Say you will handle this
And your curse will end
And my life will start
Why are you so fake?
Your words behind my back
Only tell the truth about you
And those who do not deny it
Sell themselves to weakness and fear.
Gabriel Yale
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