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Jan 2021
sad
Im not mad and i don't cry.
Im sad and don't know why.
I crumble to pieces small.
To many for a  picture to recall.
People say its just a feeling.
But inside death i smore appealing.
Arthemy
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Arthemy  15/M/Somewhere
(15/M/Somewhere)   
95
   Bogdan Dragos and Abunde
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