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May 2019
I'm odd and this is my face

tripods hate n despise me

my smile has you looking sideways

frightened, camera's cut off when I'm in the light ay?

demeanors that make you look white-faced

I've got fake scars

the non white face joker that plays the race card

coz I'm not scared to play a fool

or maybe I'm just playin the fool

there's no right way to get fame fuel

so you lose yourself in the dreams and drool

It's a scam in my mind's brain

nothings planned so I'm delighted sayin

the only thing that I might've aced

is a clubbed heart from a blunt *****

bad hand dealt man, I must say.
Darius
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Darius  19/M
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