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Aug 2021
In the womb I got drunk
and high on ******'s junk
not even born I'm an addict
the orphanage will predict.
I've tasted and never forget
this **** storm of regret.
Adopt me and my monkey
I'll try clean but we'll see.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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