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Oct 2019
Cant walk into the rain the pain is there like hair pulled out from my veins
Like stains
Like stains you ask me questions
I answer ****** mess
Yes ye yes
The answer is always and will be a guess
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Justin  47/M
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   Hawa and putiira
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