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Feb 2019
We chase this Paradise
We chase misprinted lies
I wait till the tears fall
And yet I fight
And yet I cry
When I hear that call
This house is not a home
I'm torn apart and all alone
Sometimes I repeat it in my head
Other times I wonder
I wonder
if I should be dead.
kyle Shirley
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kyle Shirley  25/M/Kalamazoo
(25/M/Kalamazoo)   
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