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Feb 2019
It’s all so draining,
but somehow I feel myself again.
I used to wonder if I’d live this long,
now all I wonder is when I’ll die.
I’m curious if the angels will sing my song,
the life of a drained man.
I am no longer afraid of myself,
I am no longer lost,
I have found myself again.
But what is the cost?
Justin
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Justin  21/M/American
(21/M/American)   
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