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Jun 2019
I never knew what I wanted
Can't stand myself anymore
I opened up my wound
Bleeding,stained and sore

There's no room for questions
There's no time for anything
I want to feel something
But I don't feel anything

Never was a child
Running all these miles
Voice of god despairing me
All is done now,I can see
Eric
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Eric  28/M/South of Nowhere
(28/M/South of Nowhere)   
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