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Dec 2018
Love will **** us all

What’s a bright sky when you’re dead inside?

How do you enjoy mom’s apple pie when you know you lost your appetite?

When you have no choice but to smile cause deep down, you know you died, yet  you still believe the lie that somehow you’re still alive...
John Mendoza
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John Mendoza  24/M/Brooklyn, NY
(24/M/Brooklyn, NY)   
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