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Apr 2018
Love, why do I even try?
Love, was 'shown' while I matured.
Love, what the **** did it become?
Love?

Love, I run from you.
Love, It has been torture.
Love, was given as a false hope to me and every child ever born.
Love, Was false since the first time your parents held you.

Pain is all it brings by the hatred in this forsaken world.
Jostin Mendez
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Jostin Mendez  21/M/Houston, Texas
(21/M/Houston, Texas)   
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