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Nov 2016
I don’t face my problems.
I put them in a box, lock it, and throw away the key
This is just the way life works
We’ve all got to throw way our boxes
In order to make room for more
Because in this world, baby
The problems never end
Sometimes people just run out of room
And what happens when you run out of room?
Society runs out of room for you
nang
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nang  20/F/Chicago
(20/F/Chicago)   
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   Amethyst Fyre
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