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Sep 2015
Feeling like the **** of the Earth, at the bottom of the gutters. Only me and these tireless feelings of regret and sadness. Only me and my death.
Let's only hope for this so called resurrection, otherwise this is the end of me.
I know, my broken heart poetry is the worst.
Rafael Melendez
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Rafael Melendez  28/M/Austin, Texas
(28/M/Austin, Texas)   
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