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Oct 2017
The truth is I am a drunk who has lost his morals.
I seek help, I hear beauty, but I do not know.
Cherish, for I cannot seem to be able.
That's a lie, for I do cherish, but I do not appreciate.
That's also a lie, for I do appreciate.
I am a man.
Daniel Wilson
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