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Feb 2020
I asked to be forgiven.
     You didn't have it in you.
     I'll build a cross and carry
     it 12 lashes and be nailed
     upon it and die in agony with
     a crown made from thorns in
     your heart. Pierce me with
     hatred to die all alone.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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