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Sep 2015
The closet is open,
Im cleaning it out .
The waves of a problem... I'm tossing.

My heart isn't broken,
I just stitched my mouth
I'm tired of believing.. I'm exausted.

Causing  commotion,
I see I'm left out
Where am I driving...oh I'm trying.
I'm trying..
Who's driving?
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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     Kristina Morgan
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