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-The Wasted Wordsmith-
27/M/Chicago    When the pen runs out of ink get a new one.
Most of my fragments and scribbles can be read at wastefulwords.wordpress.com
WaStEd YoUtH
Dreamcatcher Lane    Just.... Another.... Misbehaved.... Teenager....
Wasted Youth
What's the point of talking if no one is listening Ig: terrance_767
16/F    Lakhota from the stars.
Philippines    The perception of perfect destroyed me.

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