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Jan 2016
The worst kind of nightmares are the waking ones
Dreams become serene scenes from which you jolt awake
Into the living Hell of reality
Last night I had the happiest dream, and awoke to find myself hating where and who I was at this point in my life.
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M  Detroit
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     ---, Baris MacTavish, ---, M and m i a
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