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Aug 2019
I never grew up with a coin in my pocket
I wasn’t born with all my bones in socket
No, not even a full hearted boy
For that I didn’t see much joy
I would cry out in sadness and pray
And to this day, I don’t know what to say
Hunter
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Hunter  19/M/Iowa
(19/M/Iowa)   
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