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May 2018
Oh
The color of my blood is the color of snow.
The color of my eyes are as intriguing as atoms to a chemist.

My soul is as dark as night.
My skin is as thin as paper.

People say I'll be alright.
People don't know me.
AAron Roz
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AAron Roz  15/F/Narnia
(15/F/Narnia)   
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