MY DAYS My days are all the same Without your wtitten name I can't find my way Everything is not the same My days are all black When I can't see even your hair so black Everything is like a night So cold and so dark My days are wasted When you told me My existence you hated I felt like a hot potato Thrown out and grated. XAVIER.... #poetry
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