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Mar 2016
Down and out they say
I Know that phrase too well
It seems my self destructive path does not end.
Once i think its over i reach a fork in the road.
Could it be maybe i continue to choose incorrectly, or is it that i have been cursed by the good souls I've left in the wreckage behind me.
ยฉJoel Ochoa|March.3.2016
Joel Ochoa
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Joel Ochoa  Bronx, NY
(Bronx, NY)   
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   bones and PJ Poesy
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