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May 2020
All these people...
Living simply because they’re not dead yet
My family, the best prediction of my future
What kind of life is that?
I can’t live for this
I need something of substance
Else I may just lose my ******* mind
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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     Reyna, preston, --- and Thomas W Case
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