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Mar 3
waking up at night, not understanding the pain i've caused nor indured.
that was post battle before i start my own war,politicians playing with life like a show.
im not trying to get political in my thoughts but life is always the right we must post.
post mortem i hope my memory will be more than a failed tree with beautiful fruits.
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Antonio  17/M
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