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Mar 2016
I think life
Is a journey
A journey
And a joke

Repeating the same actions
The body decays

Its all so strange
In so many ways

I don't really love myself
So I guess no one
Will ever love me

It's a boring place
I sat under a tree
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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