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Feb 2015
**** I'm annoyed.
At everything.
At every one.
At you.
Those things you said
Get stuck in my head
And poison my precious
Peace of mind.
It's fine.
Everything.
And every one.
And me.
At least I will be
Sometime soon.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
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   Azaria and B
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