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Jun 2017
They say home is where your heart is, and mine used to be with you. Now, it's in pieces, scattered across various bars.
Bars where they leave you to your misery when they see your head tucked in your folded arms.
Sam
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Sam  27/M/Portland OR
(27/M/Portland OR)   
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       T, Weeping willow, Shadowhollow and Mariah Cuch
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