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Apr 2020
Can't get away from those who planted seeds in my head.
There is no good, only dread.
Life is too tiring when it's you against the mass.
I don't care anymore which breath is my last.
So as i hope you all burn from robbing me and others of our lives,
I'll try to stay calm as i hope you all leave me alone and stay completely out of sound and sight.
Jade Lima
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Jade Lima  Newmarket, Ontario
(Newmarket, Ontario)   
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