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Dec 2018
Why do I cry,
When burning in hate,
Giving up love,
Start a clean slate,

A falling heart,
A withering soul,
My dead hands race,
Writhing in cold,

My fallen smile,
A lie, can you tell?
A figure to praise?
Or driven to hell?
Written by
Ian Fineman  17/M/Fulton MO
(17/M/Fulton MO)   
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