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Jul 2015
No condition to speak
Not a single ounce of conscience,
Everything is a whirlwind,
All the colors seemed to fade,
I got three bottles of regret
and a budget for bad habits,
So forgive me now
Because I need help getting home
call uber please
Tupelo
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Tupelo  23/M/Maryland
(23/M/Maryland)   
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   WickedHope, Miki, --- and Azaria
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