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Mar 2019
Everytime I see it,
Always making me lit.
I know it won't be neat,
Oh, I love every slit.

People could say it's bootless,
Lust of pain is merciless.
Mysterious and a mess,
Persecution will be endless.

What am I living for sure?
What will be my future?
Will I be able to endure?
A curse without any cure.
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