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I'm 'blacky', or so my friends and family now call me. I've little left of once was a blissful life as a teenager mooching off my parents as I live in an apartment with two other mates of mine. |
A rose of green stem,
Of violet petals bleeding hope...
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My knife was my needle, cuts now scar my fingers, chains of lies were used as my thread, and they now cover my bed. |