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Feb 2018
The thought that I will never grow up,
Now the thought of my past makes me throw up,
But,
Deep down the thought of today puts me to the ground,
The thought was my voice,
But,
The thought was not my choice and always having the thought of wanting more,
Always having the thought that you can't ignore!
Mykro905
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Mykro905  29/M/Hamilton,ON,CA
(29/M/Hamilton,ON,CA)   
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   Autumn Levine
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