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Dec 2018
I ran to test the fake,
I stayed to love the real,
One point, my heart did ache,
For the girl that appealed,
To my sense of beauty,
I found out they still cared,
Though it was not their duty,
Their love they chose to share.
Probably the reason I decided to run away and the results of returning.
Sketcher
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Sketcher  18/M/Blaine, Washington
(18/M/Blaine, Washington)   
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