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Oct 2015
Cycles spin and twist about,
but nothing drowns out the awful shout,
without God's help all that's left is just doubt,
lingers ahead, only to sprout,
drown the cycles, empty the spout,
You know that you're dead, there isn't any way out
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Matthew Rousseau
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Matthew Rousseau  22/M/Massachusetts
(22/M/Massachusetts)   
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