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Feb 2016
I'm a fool I'm sick and weird to everything,
Everything told me to stop being somebody..
Somebody said if you're breathing you can't be a nobody
Nobody just watched as the tears gave birth like ovaries.

Yeah the sad thing about it is I lost a friend and gained a community.
Funny how we never joke and work hard for this" dying man to be".
Too make clear Money is dead and yet we still need it.
I need a job man I need a job
It feels like my heart was mobbed it feels like my past will always haunt.
And the Good thing about it is God is on top...
Sleep why
Eat why
Count the days I have broke off,
Count the months I have tried to get it right.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
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