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Jul 2018
Somehow these dreams
     Slowly start and stop the way I thought they'd end it seems
A frustrating, catastrophic way I played
    The game let me descend into despair at the beginning
And every
girl is always lonely at the end
But never lonely enough for me
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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