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Sep 2019
I feel like a disgrace to the human race
But wait, they don’t grace the face me
Don’t play with the taste of me
Stay if you wanna say with me
The things the world won’t dare to speak
Both our demons and our society
The singing they keep off our tongue
The things they don’t want
Because they know if we sung
There would be new under the sun
Gabriel Bonney
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Gabriel Bonney  17/M/Indiana
(17/M/Indiana)   
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