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Jun 2019
The words that trickle through your gullet,
Just to pour out your mouth,
Either mean absolutely nothing or absolutely everything,
Whether regurgitated or not;
I just hope you find your balance again...

Soon.
Emmennarr
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Emmennarr  20/M/California
(20/M/California)   
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