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Jun 2017
I cried at the end of life,
when the curtains all came

down,
it seemed as though that was the end of all their strife,
but the cast threw their party, but it was just a little off,
and they all left a little emptier inside,
not better off
because they were all just acting
even when the pain was real,
but the curtains are gone
and so were their hearts,
and that was finally something real
Joe fucking Taylor
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Joe fucking Taylor  20/M/SL, UTah
(20/M/SL, UTah)   
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