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Aug 2017
Tell the thought echoing of my every demise, it passes because it's past. Tell this glimmer of hope, sparkling like the ocean reflecting the sun, my future is bright.
Elliott Storer
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Elliott Storer  24/M/Perrysburg, OH
(24/M/Perrysburg, OH)   
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