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Dec 2015
I'm surrounded by love,
Considering leaving all support for myself.

I think about the afterlife when I wake up.
Wanting to give up all desires is a nightmare.

I didn't do that.

The two are searching for her,
But she left only to come back.

The hand-print disappeared,
Because of science.

My new eye-wear won't scratch.
I paid a pretty penny for this set.

Goodnight.
Justin Grabenschroer
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Justin Grabenschroer  31/M/Omaha, NE.
(31/M/Omaha, NE.)   
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