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Apr 2016
To hear your sob story.
Poor you? How about poor me?
All this venting, letting my patience out
soon warm wise words'll turn cold.
So don't get pissy when i start to shout
another thousand times your tale'll be told.
6 billion people
yet i'm expected to care for your silly stories
Oskar Erikson
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Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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