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Apr 8
I have girlfriends who’ve never spoken to me,
Comrades who’ve never fought with me,
Acquaintances who’ve never seen me,
And friends who’ve never chastised me.

This constant, never, fills me with pain,
So let it be crushed to dust by the weight of April rain.
Haha this won’t change anything at all
idiot poopoohead
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idiot poopoohead  16/M/Home
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