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Jan 2015
The Worst part
Of this life is loneliness

Oh well
I'll never meet anyone
I'm sure of it

This existence is some type of tragedy

All I ever wanted was a good friend
Someone to confide in
Maybe one day
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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