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Jun 2013
blunders of my mind wondering wandering in all kinds.

it seems ill never know what i want. taunting actions little worries.

never seem to hurry but always on the run. life seems unfun.

nobody to share only care for themselves.

how could i blame seems I'm the same. not much change.

everything gets old bones feel brittle in the cold!
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Jeremy Schacher
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