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Oct 2015
When something perturbs me to such a point
I have to step back and take the whiff of realization
The opposite of one that ***** smokers take
The puff of fresh air
The one that heals instead of one that stays stagnant
And become the mouthpiece of optimism
Because God could of put me somewhere far more hellish than this
I have to wake up every now and then, i'm just getting quicker every time.
Peter Robert Hamilton
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Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
(21/M/Texas)   
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