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Sep 2018
I was looking down
Always with a frown
I am cool and carefree on the outside
But on the inside I cried
On the inside I am forsaken
Everyone is mistaken
Because no one knows
How I feel about a rose
Nobody knows me
They think they know me
But they wouldn't be able to understand
If they really knew me firsthand
So when I'm about to break
I stay fake
Hunter
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Hunter  19/M/Iowa
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