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Apr 2015
When you see the rejection coming  you just sit before they even push you down.

While I sit I focus on the wind that flows threw the ****** grass, many faces around me but I smile to the one that stands in shock as they take knife out I look to the heavens.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
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