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Oct 2018
Chasing the clouds to escape the flood
There is no shortcut from the mountain

The rumbling loud, waves break my blood
There is no thirst but of the fountain

What is easy to see is easy to believe
Hear me, here me, you won't see him leave

In my sudden there will be no reprieve
Dancing in the forest when I burn the trees

I watch you flutter like life
But all we did was decompose

I'm sorry for all the strife
But who knew we needed those

I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry I said it thrice
She might've ruined me
Jesse Nakai Hernandez
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Jesse Nakai Hernandez  27/M/Texas
(27/M/Texas)   
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