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May 2020
Out here in the cold,
doing what Ive been told.
Looking up at the dark night sky,
Thinking about all your lies.

Building up these walls,
Hesitant to pick up your calls.
Im waiting for the clouds to rain,
maybe it will ease up this pain.
Im not sad nor broken. These thoughts just popped in my head.
Rupert
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Rupert  22/M
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