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Jul 2013
Maybe the deterioration of my mind
Is worth the temporary freedom
From the walls I've built
Around my thoughts.
A loosened tongue
And no fear of tomorrow.
I wish I could live every day
Like I've been drinking all night.
PenNameBree-Z
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PenNameBree-Z  30/F/Oklahoma
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