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Jul 2021
Did someone make him this way?
He used to talk about everything,
Now there is only quite.
He could fill a room with joy,
There is only darkness left.
He had confidence,
Now there is a boy standing away from the crowed.
Can I please help you?
I tell him,
His heart will be whole again.
He starts to shine a little more knowing one person listen to his cries.
Written by
Blake  24/FTM
(24/FTM)   
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