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Dec 2018
A dream I wanna have lost to Oregon trails.

   The moon, raging in the night, sunk behind Wyoming mountains and nestled in Tennessee hills.

   As the rain on my best days has certainly faded away.
  
   I see the wind carry on as the lost soul, so weary.

   But fate withers with vigor both the flower and the tree.

   I'm falling.

   Does anyone hear me?
-Luca Ivaldi
Jesse Nakai Hernandez
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Jesse Nakai Hernandez  27/M/Texas
(27/M/Texas)   
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