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Jan 2019
I lay here as I wither away,
It turns out the world is pretty grey.
As time goes by I can’t help but wonder,
Is it true that lighting always follows thunder?

I heard my mind yell as loud as it could,
It shook up my head so I’m not feeling good.
As time goes by I can’t help but wonder...
Justin
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Justin  21/M/American
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