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Aug 2017
The barrel lied to me, peering through the desolation I believed the spark was salvation but it appeared to only ignite the end of all - oblivions reentry was no stranger, it was a meeting with an old friend.
Jamie Treavish
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Jamie Treavish  23/M/United Kingdom
(23/M/United Kingdom)   
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