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Eating deep, this green coloured skin I'm coloured, I was told I look real But chose green a reminder of me....unsmiley & mute Noisy with lines, in contest with me a life so battered it became the best a name handed me in the moment I didn't decide my favourite pastime Pain..... Healed in batches mostly by me Lifes turn held nothing .... except in my hands new hopes I held to ....but from my pocket it came, I'm responsible for all no captain or coach invincibility held hands only I knew nothing new grief as old as its name I guess this so boring So I do not say.
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
some things i do not say
Eating deep, this green coloured skin I'm coloured, I was told I look real But chose green a reminder of me....unsmiley & mute Noisy with lines, in contest with me a life so battered it became the best a name handed me in the moment I didn't decide my favourite pastime Pain..... Healed in batches mostly by me Lifes turn held nothing .... except in my hands new hopes I held to ....but from my pocket it came, I'm responsible for all no captain or coach invincibility held hands only I knew nothing new grief as old as its name I guess this so boring So I do not say.
kanma-oduwegwu
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
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