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Jul 2018
Well here we meet again.
My old and ****** friend.
Let’s not pretend
that it’s the end
but instead that for now were over.
I had to leave you to be sane.
I said I was no longer playing,
and now the day
seems half as gray
but you’ll live on all the same.
Your a malicious indigent *****.
Whose only job is to make us sick.
So for now I say
like I pray
you’re a ticking bomb I intend to kick.
And yes I know you feel indifferent.
A thief of life who doesn't give a ****.
We’re sure not cured,
you twisted bird,
but I hope you heard
through my words
that for now till tomorrow my light is lit.
Good bye.
Sylvester Hopkins
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Sylvester Hopkins  23/M/Albany
(23/M/Albany)   
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