joseph-kingoriWhisper

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Six Feet UnderDay 21. / Cant even look at myself in the mirror. Not after wat I've done. I look gruff from the unshaven beard, the dirt noticeable a mile away. I pass by the fancy restaurants, reminisce on the lyf I used 2 hv. The streets I used 2 rule, now am but a sore, a blemish on the beautiful face that is lyf. / Day 22.

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