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Jul 2017
The house is empty. As am i. I can feel the emptiness inside me.
     I love being alone. But not like this.
The feeling of betrayal chips at me
     threatening to reveal my true character.

     What will they think of me then.
I guess i thought wrong.
L
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L  Californa
(Californa)   
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