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Sep 2012
Sleepwalker, take me by the hand. Show me the way you go. You see nothing, oh Sleepwalker, your days are movies and shows. How do you see in the dark and live comfortably in fear? Sleepwalker, is it not possible to hold promises or be sincere? Everything is not at all what it seems. Stay alone, Sleepwalker, you are not meant to be on anyone's team. Will you attend your own funeral or even be invited to show? After all, Sleepwalker, you would be the last to know.
Frankie Gestone
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Frankie Gestone  36/M/Brooklyn
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