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Nov 2020
She see me as an angel
But where I’m from
None of us had halos
Above our heads
Despite that being said
I wasn’t born with horns on my head
Im given the opportunity
To choose what lies ahead
With temptations on my left
And others on my right
I’ll either be a sinner
Or choose to be a saint.
We all know right from wrong. It’s all of the matter of what we want most.
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Eduardo10  27/M
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