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Oct 2015
'All that I hoped.
Starting to die.
How will I cope.
With my old life.
Now that you know.
How that I feel.
Cant let it go.
Never concealed.
For the first time.
Look at me now.
My only crime.
Was letting me down.
I'll go with you.
Trust what you say.
Brand new person.
Same old mistakes.'
Corey Alexander Johnson
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Corey Alexander Johnson  baltimore
(baltimore)   
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   Matthew Rousseau
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