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Jan 2016
I always thought of myself as something special,
so much that the very words I speak would go viral,

I always knew I was too different,
it was a gift given to me by my first demon,

until every night I go out again,
thinking with each mistake, I am destined to win

but the world would have me be proven wrong and a loser
so you will forgive me while I treat this alcohol as a painkiller
Xnihilo
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Xnihilo  Gainesville
(Gainesville)   
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   Bianca Reyes
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