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Apr 2018
If wishes were kisses we would all be happy.


I want to become a published poet.
I want to raise a smile;
But I could never make enough money,
To make myself worthwhile.


I want to live again.
I want an end to all the pain;
But it’s the same old broken life
And it will always be this way.


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