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Aug 25
Like a petal that is pink, showing my colors today
Did you care when I was green and I was growing to place
Yes my roots is with me look at the mess that I made
In the dirt yes I grew, in this dirt I became.
Do you believe me when I tell you I don’t like to be shady
That don’t give me any type growth
Mr Zeal
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Mr Zeal  23/M/United States
(23/M/United States)   
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