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Mar 2020
I want to get something pierced, but I am told not yet. I want to get a tattoo, but I am told I am not old enough. I want to stay up late, but I have to just lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. Everything I want is just beyond my reach. What I think is good for me is some how evil. When can I make my own decisions? When can I do what I want. I just want to have some fun, I am not looking to harm anybody. Why must life **** so much?
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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