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Dec 2020
When this pen I can finally speak
With this tear drop I can spread my ink
Let my hand do all the talking
Tears forming and I'm not stopping
Who do I call for help
Well....
No one because I can't even find the problem
Why rely on someone else to solve them!
Thats not me
Not who I want to be.
That's just not me!
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
(28/M/Minnesota)   
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   Jeremy Stacy
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