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Mar 2016
Life is hard.
But, good.
**** happens, but then the weather is nice, or you smoke some good ***.
And you move on.

Always treading through water,
that gets deeper every year.
So you tell yourself,
at least it's not over my head.

But you wonder what will happen when it gets there.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
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