scoliosis
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Last published Mon, Jan 9, 2023
this short poem is gonna to be about scoliosis, it's about how each one of us is different But we are all the same in the inside, it doesn't matter how we look, we all have a harm heart at the end of the day, so I guess enjoy?
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