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Apr 2022
I carry
that kind of love
in my heart
that you will
never find
see some people
scared of they demons
I make friends
with mine
I might of bend
the truth
but I never lied
I need something
to feel alive when
I’m dead
inside all
my personal issues
I’m learning
to set aside
cause I planted
the seed and
people came
with pesticides
give y’all my
but never
will I testify
Written by
Syomone  29/F/Baton Rouge
(29/F/Baton Rouge)   
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