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Jan 2016
I threw words like the were yesterdays news headlines. One after one they missed the purpose I was trying to hit. I spun my mind in ways only imaginable in a 2 dimensional world. I've put my blood and sweat into forming a single sentence that will only be discarded for a commoner to pick up. You've read me like a book, but you can never discuss what im about because I am an endless series of pain and happiness that can only be fully read from someone who is willing to see the end.
Matthew Mckenzie Goldsmith
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Matthew Mckenzie Goldsmith  Washington
(Washington)   
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