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Dec 2019
When your gravity fails.

Lost on the texture gun.
The hopper shot Alex again.
Her hair die was acidic.
An I thought I was lost in the rug tree.
My shoes have no use anymore.
Cause I'm gonna get me a new Garrett Johnson and I'm gonna use him.
                                     See you next xmas
                                     Cliff Booth.




Garrett Johnson
Punched by a letter.
Garrett Johnson
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Garrett Johnson  22/M/In the woods
(22/M/In the woods)   
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