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Jun 2013
A joyful boy collected bouquets of mental help
He'd kept until they began to welt
He held a rim of petals upon his head
"Hideous," his father said
as he slapped the crown of bright daisies aside
that was when the young boy started to want to **die
father, family, help
lyingbliss
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