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Aug 2015
It is not fair that I am happily an ear
For everyone else’s problems
But when I need my nearest and dearest friend
He does not want to talk to me
And I can’t muster up the will to
Talk to anyone else
So I will drown
Or grow some gills to swim
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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