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Mar 2019
Filled up with hate.
I wish I could escape.
For these horrendous feelings?
I wish I could shake them.
But this is all so deranged,
On the weak they play.
I guess it’ll always be a never ending game.
Cause all anyone does is drive me to going insane.
Jade Lima
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Jade Lima  Newmarket, Ontario
(Newmarket, Ontario)   
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