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Feb 2012
My mind broke.
No more water.
Or grey smoke.
So I sat myself down on the ground.
Only to break again.
What is up with me.
Just trying to be myself.
Myself jumped in.
And grabbed my throat.
Paul we are we.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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