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Apr 2015
When I look at myself in the mirror i think why is this so hard?
Those brown eyes have seen a lot..
My hands are ***** and my skin is tough from  peoples remarks and actions I've done in the dark.
my heart hurts cause i believe sin is real to live in it the ownere ask for monthly pay and title it "a vacant spot".
I see love there and i wanna change the world, all this knowledge keeps me from harm but what if I'm harming myself?
I swear this life can be so hard when you actually see what's in the mirror and besst thing about it is I'm not getting any younger...
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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   Grace Pickard
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