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Jul 2016
12 am
My brother called me
He told me he was bleeding out
Those where his last words
Still my tears don't fall
So let the liquor keep Pouring down
Keep that barrette playing
Its feels like home to me
Lost so many Homies to the game
I dont know when I lost my soul
Im trying to change my ways
Its getting hard every day
Never felt in so much pain
Half my pomes
My tears don't falls
Just writing this
my tears just pour
Im trying my best
But half I not
Where am I posted to go  
If im lost
in the back of skull
I got a pack full of thoughts
That I can't control
Andrew molder
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Andrew molder  30/M/Cedar rapids ia
(30/M/Cedar rapids ia)   
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