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Dec 2019
Hope is the easiest sucker punch life can deliver,
As I lay here, knocked down, my back on the ground and shiver;
I think it broke my tooth, or is there a cut on my lip?
Oh, what is this? This sticky thing, I feel it on my fingertip;
I think I lost some blood, and now, it's on my shirt,
How will I go home now? My mom will know her son is hurt.
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Travelling ToHell  M
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