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There
is something wrong
This
might be my better half,
That half that stays awake at night,
Wonders and prays.
This
might be my better half,
The half that's always alright with suffering,
Kills and plays.
This
might be my better half,
The half that torments others at all times,
Prances and dances.
This
might be my better half,
The half that lies for no reason,
Laughs and begs.
This
might be my better half,
The horror and disgrace, the race within is won with grace.
The blood runs, pours, drips, the dipstick reaches, let me
begin.
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Biography
I
am 21 years old and live in Miami, Florida. I was born and
raised in Miami, my parents are Cuban of Spanish descent.
I am currently in College, majoring in journalism and minoring
in architectural design.
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