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Apr 2018
You'll never know,
Niether will I,
It'll keep the secrets burried in sorrow,
Never look for the anwsers or you might die,
And trust me on this one,
It not worth it,
Or mabye it is my young son,
Just promiss me that,
If you find them,
Grab them and run,
And don't...
Look...
BACK!!

The end
Sean
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Sean  13/M/Australia
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