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Apr 2016
His thoughts were scattered
His walks were like thunder
Blood boiling like a tea kettle
Eyes pierced like fire
Like the Sea before lava
The one he Loves has transpired
Heart dropped in his musles
He's tired of people looking over
Ashes of rain as he thinks about his friendships
He's broken and he just now noticed..
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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