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Mar 2017
I am somewhere out there, lost in myself..No need to ask for help, I am pillaging memory's in search of a reminder of how it all once felt. It is so far away from me now, I instead plunder my life away in doubt. Washed up wanderings of how it might have all played out. **** it all to hell!, I say! I push the barstool close and and drink my life away. What other pretty picture must I paint. If there was ever a wasted chance for me, it's gone now. Too far away for me to see. God ! Look how pathetic must I be!? So I keep it all locked inside deep, where the ugly thing's I have done hide. If your into listnen, your up for a ****** up ride so he who hath an ear, I have the rhyme....
~Small Series collection~
(You be the dagger, I'll be the heart)
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Ryan Seth Cole
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Ryan Seth Cole  33/M/Auburn, Georgia
(33/M/Auburn, Georgia)   
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