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Mar 10
not a spec of candour lives on my skin
forced to abandon the truth
so this serpent can protect me from sin

you can call me a blue jay
nature's most gifted liars
but if there cannon nets catch me
shot in the head by men in army attire

life is a game of Russian roulette
i spin the cylinder
and await what's next

My chances are ungenerous
but I already knew
that's the tragedy
of a 1938 Jew
This is basically about how some Jews haded to fake their identity to save themselves but there chances were low of getting away with it
Courtney Marie
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Courtney Marie  18/F/United Kingdom
(18/F/United Kingdom)   
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