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Aug 2016
Waging wars you cannot win,
what fools you are.
Always needing everything
in your hands.
You say you need people
and you're full of love
until you don't love them anymore.
What would that be called?
I think it's called convenience.
This place is full of your type,
I'm so bored with it all.
Bored.
Wyatt
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Wyatt  22/M/South Carolina
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