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Dec 2016
Misery my muse,
Why doest thou so abuse?
Nary a bright young line to lend;
This dark and suffered view.
My Id must be a sadist and my ego a *******.
ktarrpropaganda
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ktarrpropaganda  30/M/Shoals, Indiana
(30/M/Shoals, Indiana)   
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