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May 2020
If I take one more step, I'll fall through the floor,
Touch one more handle, I'll break through the door,
Wait in one more line, I'll shoot up the store,
If I'm taking one life, then I'm taking more,
At least rid the strife, of about another four,
So that they won't, relive days of yore,
Cause I'm broke to the core,
And in need of your...
Our...
Mutual Suffrage,
Even though I'm the one that's torn.
Sketcher
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Sketcher  18/M/Blaine, Washington
(18/M/Blaine, Washington)   
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