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Sep 2016
Freaking out over future plans.
Failing to grasp things with my hands.
I dropped the ball into the Atlantic ocean,
hoping it'd make a sick explosion,
but it just sank to the bottom of the sea.
What the **** is wrong with me?
AK93
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AK93  24/M/United States
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