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Jun 2020
You people hiding in crowds who
  think I don't care of your pain
  need to ******* tears and know
  I bleed the blood you do and die
  in your pain while I think of
  loved ones who will miss the
  mess I am and always was but
  hold your hand to the very end.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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