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A little boy on the grass A young teen in the bed He's a fag, he loves it in his ass Obscene, vulgar, crass I was what I wanted, so I thought Living fast, dying slow The clock stopped moving on the dot A young man who learned to grow I am not what my illness And though I made my mistakes I came through one in a million
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VictoriaPi
<p>Powerful poem...nicely done :)</p>

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