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Nov 2017
You lost me like a tree loses a branch in a storm.

I'm gone.

Now your story is filled with alcohol and nicotine.

Maybe if you believed in me, I'd still be there to fill the void in your heart.
Sam
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Sam  27/M/Portland OR
(27/M/Portland OR)   
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