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Dec 2019
You said that you still have the picture of me.
And the only thing I wonder
That picture is the most ugliest thing that exists
That thing should be burned
I wanna laugh until I can't breathe with you
But I know I'll cry until I can't breathe
Why the **** is the poem here and not above
Written by
Butterfly  Genderqueer
(Genderqueer)   
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     deyrah, Max Neumann, --- and Vic
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