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Feb 2019
Roses of burnt orange..
Violets ARE purple..
Violently I burst topic..
And vent In to verbal...
Hurtfull.. Outcasted..
Tired and alone..
Just me against this world..
Depressed to the bone..
Unwanted, used and depleted..
Just thrown in a box..
A little like lost and found..
No ones coming for me kid..
I'm just destined to rot.
Jordan LC Murphy
Written by
Jordan LC Murphy  30/M/London
     Karijinbba, Ashita, Jack, B and Salmabanu Hatim
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