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May 2018
Life. A metaphor for pain. Solemnly I watch as the skyline fades away. The horizon calls my name. Tempting my departure from this forsaken place. Whispering the words I so dearly need to hear. Alas, no shelter from the rain. Suffering forever. This twisted, endless, game.
Sam
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Sam  27/M/Portland OR
(27/M/Portland OR)   
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