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Mar 2020
Ceiling tile and bleach, a momentary nostalgia

What once was lost cannot be taken back

The sweet summer smell of home, a hell on earth

crying tears of joy and pain

both necessary in a world of evil

yet what do we do with that pain

a choice lies ahead

a sweet sweet day it is

decisions become face to face

between a rock and a hard place.
#growing up, getting older, what do we do with what we've learned?
Prince Gerald
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Prince Gerald  22/M/North Carolina
(22/M/North Carolina)   
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