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Apr 2019
its dark
the stage is bright
i look to my right, its my wife, my children
i now feel peaceful

ouch, my neck hurts
oh? its dark again
i cant hear, i cant move, i cant speak
i feel weak, i think i'm dead
now the only thing i can think instead, is wish i could've said goodbye
a poem about Lincoln's death for a project at school
Mal
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Mal  16/Non-binary/Philadelphia, PA
(16/Non-binary/Philadelphia, PA)   
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   eric calabrese
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