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Jun 2017
At night I dream of what could be.

So I try.
But it always goes over better in my head. Because I didn't try,

I never tried,
and so the dream is dead.
Joe fucking Taylor
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Joe fucking Taylor  20/M/SL, UTah
(20/M/SL, UTah)   
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