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Jun 2017
The purpose of life
I can't say i'm sure.
Most days i'm too tired
too tired to sleep
if you know what i mean
and the ocean keeps calling
the ocean of sweet demise
my knockout is certain
but only in time
so hard to keep going each day
but i do
so that one day
i'll make it okay for you
Nemo W
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Nemo W  22/Gender Fluid
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