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Mar 2018
The lights flicker in a now dimly lit room. The echoes of music resonate from with in the walls. Table cloths stained with memories lay on forgotten tables. The door is closed and the silence closes in. The good times are now all but over and the reality of life comes crashing in. There were never really any true friends on acquaintances that came and then went. When there is nothing in life left to celebrate, you are left alone with your own thoughts. When all of the guest are gone, you must now sit and weigh the cost.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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