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Twelve.
I decided to pick up a pen, again, on 1-11
I wrote my first poem when I was 12.
I am born on day 12, the month is 11.
I met my heart, years ago, now 12.
I thought it was lucky, number 12
Until I spent, 12 long years in hell.
But that is me, my story is 12 .
12 will be, the one that I tell.
I wrote my first poem when I was 12.
I am born on day 12, the month is 11.
I met my heart, years ago, now 12.
I thought it was lucky, number 12
Until I spent, 12 long years in hell.
But that is me, my story is 12 .
12 will be, the one that I tell.
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