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Jan 2021
String by the  scissors
I'm gonna cut some ****
That real deep stuff
You can't forget
I may bleed
To know I'm alive
At least I tried
Going through old photos
I remember mostly being sad
Weird how that shapes us
Being around those so..neg-ah-tive
You've got to shoot for glory
And not worry
about other people's lies
Written by
Ike E Davis  55/M
(55/M)   
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