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Aug 2020
Each unsettling measure of nerve that remained, shrieking, longing for acknowledgement. Dulling my senses, shrouding me placing me in a situation and a relatively deep and dark abyss where my once every joyous memory my every childhood dream, residing in an area that even I wasn't sure existed, remaining to be seen but had I journeyed long and far to find that land - My mind.
Hank Love
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Hank Love  27/M/Borger, Texas
(27/M/Borger, Texas)   
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   Imran Islam
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