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Mar 2017
We all know the feeling of something missing,
But what about when what's been misplaced is a piece of the soul?
I feel like I've lost my identity.
My better half has been whisked from my sight.
Now all I can do is endure until she returns.
Wordfreak
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Wordfreak  23/M/Denver, CO
(23/M/Denver, CO)   
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