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Jan 2020
Eh
He sleeps in the dark, wishing he wasn't left falling a part. He's a stranger and he's left alone. Nothing left and always empty on his phone.
Streaks! Haven't been myself for weeks. Well longer then that. **** I look fat. No wonder why I'm easily replaced I'm fugly. Wouldn't be surprised if I stayed lonely.
I'm a try to change. Hit up the fire range. Then atleast I'll actually have a shot
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
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