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Feb 2019
Isnt it funny to amuse me
To think you can abuse me
Trial after trial,

These cop cars have me thinking
You don’t know what you’re doing
Time after time,

And the fire starts spreading
We're close to beheading
Life over life

Disease of my destruction,
My mothers been crying,
My father’s still rotting,
And I’m too far from resurrection.
King
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King  17/Transgender Male
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