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May 2016
I don't know when
Life became a series
Of some meaningless
And some meaningful
Random events

Life just happens
It just happens
And happens

And I get the sense
Of just floating along

And I am at the Starbucks

The air is
Always too cold here
Always the air
Is on

And its always cold here

But I'm used to the cold
And the loneliness
Of life
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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   cgembry and Brent Fisher
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