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Sep 2019
I’m throwing in the rag,
I’m out of ***** to give.
My defeat is a temporary solution,
It’s what I gave up is permanent.

Things aren’t going well,
But I can’t help but go with it.
Brb.
I’m making my white flag.
I don't know
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Hunter  19/M
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