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Dec 2020
The line at the post office stretched for half a mile and it made me sick
Now this is contrived

Now this is about humanity

Now the ravens flock around the eviscerated mound
My jacket was black & i had 3 like it
No line is too long when youre dead inside
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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