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Aug 2018
Someone granted on me death
They reached out and stole my life
My only wish that they held my breath
But instead they used a knife

Don't need roses at my grave
Don't need sorrow, hurt, or pain
Stolen life, that i had gave
Stole my life, but what'd you gain
Daisy Castell
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Daisy Castell  17/F
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