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Sep 2
Sometimes people can **** up
People judge but they don’t know the close-up
X was murdered when he was barely a grown up.

He had many incredible dreams
To one day break it into the extremes
But now he’ll never live to relive the sun beams.

Unfortunately, he had to pay the biggest price
Losing him feels like my heart is solid ice
May X’s soul rest in paradise.
A poem after the death of my boyfriend’s favourite artist.
Written by
Cheyenne Smith
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   BR Dragos
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