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Apr 2018
People always tell me that the future contains the best for me
But when my sad days became weeks I began to plea
But when my sad weeks became months I began to disagree
But when sad months become years I was convinced that it’s simply
My destiny
It's just the way I feel
Spades
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Spades  18/M/Canada
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