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May 2016
I have nothing to feel or love I'm as dead as a door nail the peirced my lungs away. I lay dead with no sound or breath? You told me love will cure a broken heart stomping me till all my guts spilling out. Dead as he'll no breath or heart beat.  I have no voice just the quiet summer night. Layin my head on your lap looking at you knowing you will keep me safe you are my star you are my girl I have  fallen on the battle field not making it to you.  Dead as a door nail quiet as canbe love bites down when I run to you
Drained energy
Vladimir s Krebs
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Vladimir s Krebs  23/M/Bethel park Pennsylvania
(23/M/Bethel park Pennsylvania)   
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