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Aug 2015
i was born to be a thief and a vandal
i used to have a hand, I let that hand go
some of my decisions are hard to handle
at both ends is how I burn the candle

i was born to be a hard hearted killer
she reaches out her hand, I can't feel her
my feelings are all only for the stealer
for this sickness there is no healer
2014
GaryFairy
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GaryFairy  54/M/Cleveland, Ohio
(54/M/Cleveland, Ohio)   
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