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May 2015
I need to be a little wreckless,
As my walls are closing in.

I set my house on fire,
And my will is running thin.

There is no way out of this,
Because I put myself here.

And as my destruction is unforgiving,
No hope lives here.
Alexis
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Alexis  30/F/Michigan
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   Dr Zik and Andrew Tinkham
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