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Sep 19
Hanging high
Seeing sky's
Stop the twitch
Happy for now, for you.
Me myself and I.
Eye balling Rotten white
Sad. A shame. Travesty.
Fickle in its burden.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  27/M/lancashire
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