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Nov 2020
My demise
I cannot despise
I'll look it in the eyes
And accept my poem dies
I'll soar in the skies
For days
While nobody cries
And everyone strives
After their derives
I'll end up rich and alone some day. I just feel it
Written by
Armand-DeamoJC  21/M/South Aftica
(21/M/South Aftica)   
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