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Jul 2018
Been there
Ive tasted your poison, been burnt by your touch. The memories stay, the feelings to dust. I was never a saint but neither were you. I'm on to be better, and thats without you.
Much better off in fact
Matt Perkins
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Matt Perkins  25/M/Warren, PA
(25/M/Warren, PA)   
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