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May 2018
I speak energy... your soul tells me a story before you even look at me.

I’m a cry beast. I take on the pain of others to open wounds to feel heal, seal and gain insight.
Let it stir up my insides, cry about it, start a fight.

My tolerance is worn out by ignorance but I know anything that Erks me is apart on me. A reflection of a person I used to be.. a world so twisted people just want to use you then loose you.

I will stand alone until I know...we stand as ☝️
Quinchet
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Quinchet  Allentown, PA
(Allentown, PA)   
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