I find it weird for the holes stuck in my body that I feared, one on my arm on my leg in my heart and it's a disease so help me olease get off my feet and walk down the street, help me me up ao I can stand and fix my issues my disease it's got me on my knees at home I cant rest at ease knowing that everytime I do my holes get deeper, bleeding out before I do there's something I need to say and that's I love you.....
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Poetic Vato
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