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Sep 2018
I only write when I'm sad
Does that make me mad?
When I wish to be dead
And all these holded tears are shed
I turn to poetry and suddenly life's not as bad
I don't know what I would do without it
rosecoloredpoet
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rosecoloredpoet  20/F/Czech Republic
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