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May 2015
Stressed out, ****** up, broken, and tired,
All thoughts of happiness long since expired.
Words are the only things keeping me sane,
In the same breath, praising/cursing my brain.
Andrew Switzer
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Andrew Switzer  New York
(New York)   
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