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Apr 2020
Life is lacking, and not in time.
It's despicable eyes telling senseless lies.
If there were a way i'd sever all ties.
But there's not much hope when it's all about your own demise.
So what was the point of coming back time and time again?
It's the entitled, power tripping minds ruining the same lives over again.
Why is it always their parasitic disease? Spreading hate at all costs, even when you try to leave.
Can i ever get away from this senseless charade?
******* all to hell, this isn't life. It's your petty, senseless and parasitic game.
Jade Lima
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Jade Lima  Newmarket, Ontario
(Newmarket, Ontario)   
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