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May 2016
You're little mental stings hit my mind
But it's not that i don't know where to find
Them
I think this is a losing battle
And its better to disperse
Because nobody wants a curse
I don't what's tainted to be worse
You threw me off course
When you say certain statements
I hate negative isolation and abatement
It feels like there's anthills of misfortune and i can't stand it.
Peter Robert Hamilton
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Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
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