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Apr 2020
i think, you and i are the same,
she told me.
i think you have seen things worse than me
though i do believe we are the same.
i laughed, taking aΒ Β drag
the cigarette brought calm,
we will never be the same.
but we are,
but the only thing we have in common..
neither of us will be missed.
from my WIP book
Written by
Kennedy  19/F/NJ, USA
(19/F/NJ, USA)   
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