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Dec 2015
My past tells of the future to come;
  a reflection of my victories, and the things I haven't done.
  a reality of pain, the many mishaps and futures past.
  that what doesn't **** me, will fuel me to kick ***,
  and I can only lose, for as long as I let it last.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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