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Jun 2018
Each and every day I rise a piece of me is torn apart,  it's like a mouse following a snake to its trap  this feeling that aches my heart is causing nothing but miserable pain , everything that is around me is moving on,  growing,  evolving and I'm here waiting like a rock patiently praying for a miracle so I can finally move and say that I'm free from this ****** up world . society is bought with money its nothing compared to honey slowly depriving citizens from certain options .
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larry  18/M/new york
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