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Feb 2015
Not every riddle has an answer
Some doors don’t have a key
Some people are too far gone
For even the kind hearted to reach

Vacant eyes
Skinny arms
Bruises
Bulges
Broken bodies
But there is beauty left
Somewhere in that tragic mess

Maybe I can find their code
Type it out so they will know
I cry out of love
And that is why I have to go
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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