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May 2015
Fear prevented me from getting a key that I wanted for a long time
From what somebody said
I'm living like I was dead
What compelled me to listen to their pointless dread?
I imagine myself in that picture with you
But I know my fear has kept me from my dream
And now I'm just another sorry sad noodle in the soup for the sick
Slap me in the face real quick
I'm daydreaming again
Peter Robert Hamilton
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Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
(21/M/Texas)   
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   Eiliv Advena and RH 78
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