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Jan 2013
#4
I'm mislead to where I want to be
Why are you so afraid to accept me?
You fear the future and I hate the past
I can't catch a break if you keep telling me it will never last
I wait and wait on your prolonged replies
I run my hand...down your face, was this fate?
Time of death 9:58...
Jorge L Echevarria
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Jorge L Echevarria  30/M/NC
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