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May 2020
I get tired of writing about me all the time
Because how much can a man *****?
So dig up some dirt and clean a car,
Don't cry, don't be a sad sack.
Put those dead roses in a vase and pretend they're alive, at least they smell good
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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