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Aug 2018
Last night i felt death
now i'm under a rainstorm
It gives me power


I ain't afraid of death
But does it have to mean
standing on the edge


I get confused a lot
by my illusions
But what happens
when they become reality


I'm on the sunny side
being my own worst enemy
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Mahati  18
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