Homemade Poems :3
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sat, Nov 14, 2015
I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare
I'm just a kid, I know that it's not fair
Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is
Having more fun than me, tonight
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