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Sep 2020
It’s raining so hard it hurts my face the wind so powerful it makes me shake, walking in the streets feeling like apart of me passed away. I don’t want to see the end of the day. My money has no value I give it away. The tool for experiences but it’s too late. One thing in common. It’s forever me, we’ll both continue to hate.
You ever walk the streets alone at night?
Written by
Andrew
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