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Oct 2020
Why is there always some sort of petty hidden plan? There’s no logic involved so where the **** do I stand? I know I don’t always think clearly, or maybe not at all. But all of this conniving fuckery just ends in my never ending brutal fall. I don’t know where this path will take me but there never was a key. I don’t know what to do because I’ll probably never be able to see.
Jade Lima
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Jade Lima  Newmarket, Ontario
(Newmarket, Ontario)   
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   Imran Islam
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