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Oct 2014
Look how tall I have grown aren't you proud
Your boy may be loud but he still cries with the tv
I shouldn't have to dance around the words of my home, the sentences here are daggers, I've learned to parry but I'm tired of defense, I'm tried of hours long car rides to the park and dark nights spent in strange beds
Jake Meizell
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Jake Meizell  Newark
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