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Jun 2018
Love was the Afterthought;
To my emotion &,
My madness.

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Hate is why I cannot feel;
Yet the world just sees,
My empty glasses.


P. S.

May your freedom bring you both happiness
& joy.

Until the day we meet in Hell where I can play
You like a toy.
Pete McIntire
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@RedLightWriting
Pete McIntire
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Pete McIntire  29/M/Peoria, IL
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