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May 2013
And yet it’s been so long…
All summer, all winter long…
Uncycled revenge is how I remain,chained,by death and all his friends…
I refuse to battle from beginning to end and therefore ran away,
Knowing life is for living, not wanting to live it alone or astray…
Only superstitions say we never change but oh how I try…
We shall meet at the strawberry swing…
Now the sky…
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SC Second of his name  Atlanta, GA
(Atlanta, GA)   
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