My Black J0UR&AL
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Complete Thu, Nov 30, 20176m
I found my poetry, I felt my blaze, I froze in flames, I loved and hated.
All ceased my own faith to live. But in fact, rising from mistakes is a brave deed once considered an impossibility.
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