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Thu, 06/06/2013 - 22:46 -- HJK101

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

Powerful poem...nicely done :)

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