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May 2019
I lost myself again,
This is in my brain,
Whenever I land my plane,
I see the pain.

Who will remember me when I die,
Or when I say my goodbye?
I’m shy,
And always cry.

God didn’t give me a good life,
Now, I might end my life,
With a knife.
Written by
radz  16/F/Toronto, Canada
(16/F/Toronto, Canada)   
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