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Jul 2020
Life isn't precious. It's comical.
It's a wonder the human race is
still here. We're addicted to any
thing that makes us high enough
to escape the dreary life we live.
We **** everything. We put ****
in our veins for a minute of peace.
We die to escape loneliness finally.
Acme
Written by
Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
15
     Larry, Thomas W Case and CarolineSD
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