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Nov 2017
I see the evil in the world. I try to pretend it doesn't exist. I feel your thoughts I can taste your hate. The best I can do is fix myself and hope you follow my footsteps. You act so righteous like you know it all. I can see you soul has fallen far. A break from life is what I need I'm getting weak I can not breath. All these things inside my head, only gone the day im dead.
Matt Perkins
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Matt Perkins  25/M/Warren, PA
(25/M/Warren, PA)   
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