Poems from the heart of Ariel Cross

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Reads 198
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Parts 22
Time 18m

This is a poem. Interpret it as you will. This is all emotions, so don't accuse this of bullying. This poem was made out of past experiences, and is made to stop racism. With that being said, enjoy!All Rights Reserved

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