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Apr 2013
Things once known

are long gone, in your old room where you left your soul

nature makes you love

growing up kills it

  but you get the thrills of it

    the thought of being all alone

      you don't notice the damage done

       along the ride of this so called life
Vivian Ienello
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Vivian Ienello  21/Androgynous/Boston
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