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Dec 2016
I come from a place where the shadows, they breed, in back alleys and give birth to bad things.
They feed them with greed, and they nest in the trees 'til decay kills the branches that snap free.
Some people say that it's not all that bad, we'll survive as long as we believe.
But I don't believe that this thing called belief gauruntees a future that I'll see.
Wordfreak
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Wordfreak  23/M/Denver, CO
(23/M/Denver, CO)   
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