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Nov 2014
I wish I was like a flower
Only withered from the winters cold
Ready to bloom again in the spring

But I'm more like a carcass
Left to rot in the sun for an eternity

All the while, these people around me
Rip pieces off to take for themselves
Then turn away without a backwards glance

Because I'm already dead
D
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D  25/Canada
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