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Oct 2016
Pillage for our health achieving to fix
What must be fixed, before we enter our slender pit
Avouch a heavy tale, that is what death cannot take
We are too quick to extend or part ways
Fewer hours left behind, the more they’re worth
We are never wise, returning to our state of birth
K G
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K G  21/M/Long Island
(21/M/Long Island)   
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