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Mar 2018
I run amok.
I am only happy when I am stuck.
Addicted to the struggle, just to fight the fight.
I turn out the lights just to feel the fright.
I chase these storms so I can look them in the eye, and curse the words " ******* ", right before I die.
Owen C Swenson
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Owen C Swenson  32/M/Minnesota
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