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Apr 2018
It comes and goes like migrating birds, sometimes here for several months other times gone in a couple, moving onto the next poor sucker. No matter how hard I beg, how loud I scream, it always returns back to the place where it all started. It leaves cold and darkness in its place. Maybe one day I can be set free and fly far, far away from all my scary nightmares like migrating birds.
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Jimmy  22/M/Minny
(22/M/Minny)   
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     Lori Jones McCaffery, avalon and Jerry
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