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Feb 2010
So shameful to be with me
I do now know the horrible piercing to my sound.
Walking it off never proved anything.
Colors fade when you color as does your face.
Sitting, waiting, for what
Everything and everyone makes me question me…
Bed sheets are nothing to everyone.
Justin Grabenschroer
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Justin Grabenschroer  31/M/Omaha, NE.
(31/M/Omaha, NE.)   
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