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Rebel-for-a-Cause

Published: Mar 31, 2018

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I tried being the hero
and hurt who I was trying to save
I tried to settle down
and burned the home where I stayed
I tried to be the bad guy
and by my own conscience was betrayed
Now it's clear to me that in this whole world
I have no place

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And that's the last of the buried treasures, I'm glad I got to post my older stuff but now I have a bunch of new pictures I can't wait to share! And later in the month I'll have a fanfic! Maybe even two.

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