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Dec 2015
Every time I look up to the sky, the clouds fall and wash away everything but I
Nothing matters to me, except for the fears I hold and the lies that I believe
Life is such a joke, and everybody's laughing as I struggle to hold onto a shred of hope
AK93
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AK93  24/M/United States
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   Sundas
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