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May 2019
I've seen some things, wasting time doing stuff,
I was weak and scared, pretended I'm rough.
So I started searching for something called life,
Something better than my throat on a knife.

I was looking for heaven, the angel's place,
something I could love and always embrace.
I was looking for beauty, but I had no clue,
that all I was ever looking for is you.
Marcus Bier
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Marcus Bier  18/M/Germany
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