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Jan 2019
Dear world,
The way you look at me,
as if I was worthless.
You call me a mess.
You didn't even give my a chance,
to express,
myself.

But it's not over yet,
I will fight, I will try to impress,
you ...
... and myself, but I have to confess,
I think it's too late,
I killed myself.
Written by
margo
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