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Aug 2018
Myself, hold me as I am, for times of what I should be.
Cast yourself in flawless motive, for you bid with blind eyes.
Set yourself conscious in ill drowning moments, breathe about all.
Fed by this world, those eyes become. Beheld anew in me,
screams for turn to right from wrong, as I am not just for me, I am for all.
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Noah  19/M
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