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Apr 2014
And life was sprung
where sadness was sung
from the depths of all lungs
to the tips of all tongues

Yet this "cursed" young
was the very one
to which hope was clung
and salvation rung

Although he did not belong
he fought hard and strong
to save right from wrong
until that's all that thronged
KILLME
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KILLME  Philadelphia, PA
(Philadelphia, PA)   
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