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Jun 2013
When I was younger
I never thought of death
I was good and thought of life
I never spoke of ugly things
Only sunshine and promises

Now that I'm older
Thoughts of death
Seem to consume me
They swallow me up whole
And I speak of being broken instead
Jo
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Jo  Hawai'i
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