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Mar 2018
I always do this. Every. *******. Time.
Guess this is what i get for living.
I can read you. I know you know somethings wrong.
Too bad i don't know either.
Add that to the 300 page-list of **** i don't know.

I don't know why
I don't know how you can help
I don't even know if there is help.
I don't know why i always end up like this.
I don't know what's wrong with me,
I don't even know if there is something wrong with me.

But i do know you're not the first.
But  maybe you're the last.

i don't know if you'll stay.
maybe you will.

I don't know what i'll do, how i'll change, or even if i can change for you.
maybe i'll find out, if i keep reading you.
Armani
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Armani  17/M/Nassau, Bahamas
(17/M/Nassau, Bahamas)   
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