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Jul 2013
There's no point in trying
I waste my feelings
As you waste your time
I'm not a saint
Nor am I a sculpture
I'm not the guy that anyone has asked for
I'm a terrible character
With not a flat to spare
I just wish one day
That I didn't care
But until it comes
I'd hang myself
Just for fun
Jacob
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Jacob  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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