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Dec 2020
Only one season
Always a depressed reason
I'll grab a coat
But still managed to stay cold
My hopes deteriorated
I am supposed be exhilarated
Everyday is like running a marathon
Depression chasing me but my lungs going gone
Chain smoking, like a chimney I'm burning
But still no heats working
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  29/M/Minnesota
(29/M/Minnesota)   
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   Jeremy Stacy
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