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Oct 2014
In choir,
You have to take things,
To the next level.

You have to try,
Not half-*** your way through.

I warned you,
Call me a *****.
It doesn't phase me.

You think your stronger,
Your not.

Your just a mortal to me.
A very weak,
Mortal.

Start trying,
The instructor may stop.
With the criticism.

Start singing,
Instead of sleeping.

Call me a *****,
I don't care.
Start a fight,
You better hope you survive.
Dark Jewel
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Dark Jewel  20/F/Greenville, SC
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