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Jan 2020
I miss the way I use to rock a world.
I miss being able to show the real me.
Not the mess I caused.
Nobody will reconize the way I've cleaned up.
They will just see the worse in me with out a second look.
Who the hell am I?
That's something I ask myself
When did it all become so crazy.
**** just give me a drink so I can sleep maybe.
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
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