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Apr 2017
I hate how she changed. But she didn't change til I did.
It hurts, what they say. But they only live how I live.
Two hands for two faces but Im the real vantriliquist.
The more I fight the deeper I slide inside the holes that only I  dig. In every distaster I am the common denomenator, Im intent on dominating my situation. I'm well aware of my lack of patience. Altercations with myself leave me hear standing at attention, waiting for instruction.  After all  nothing can be different if I stay the way that I am.
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Johnmichael waite  Tulsa ok
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