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Mar 2015
Now I'm too ****** up to write,
it's probably time I called the night.
I just can't seem to shake my strife,
I'm wallowing and hating life.
I'm tired of the constant fight,
I wish someone would hear my plight.
Deliver me unto the light,
and see my misery take flight.
Jacob Christopher
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Jacob Christopher  Buffalo, NY
(Buffalo, NY)   
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