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Mar 2019
Silly,
how they see potential
where I never could.
everywhere I hope to be
on Earth,
but it is too late
my potential died
as well as me.

Silly, how tears
only fall down
your cheeks.
Matthew
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Matthew  122/Other/My Basement
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