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Feb 2019
Words that mean something,
tears that sometimes end up
in the ocean,
trash I like to eat,
or maybe I need food?!
Hmm, it's hard to choose....
What am I even talking 'bout,
I know what got me here
and for your information..
I know how to go back to the
start,
Why do you even follow me?
Are you blind to the truth or
something made you confuse
me with someone else?
Ugh, you're still here... ... .
You're cute but something
is horribly wrong with you,
cry, my love.. it will make
you feel better,
and then you will realise it made
me feel good aswell,
then we can all sigh again
and make things right.
David Crow
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David Crow  23/M
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