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Apr 2018
im just a ball of pessimism
all my hopes and dreams are that of imaginative things
it inevitable isnt it?
for me to be the way i am
i was born innocent
but the life ive lived has made me this way
i know its not okay
but i cant help it
all of my pain and sorrow are yours to borrow
if you promise to keep it
forever and tomorrow
please hold my sorrow
for i no longer can.
Written by
mars  17/F
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