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Oct 2017
You beg to speak with me, but it is of your own accord that I sit in ignorance to the sound of your voice. The lies and slander never stopped until you needed me. It will be solitude in which I stand; I am here for you no more.
Our games together are over.
Jim Marchel
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Jim Marchel  30/M/Back home where I belong
(30/M/Back home where I belong)   
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