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Jan 12
The ultimate judge is oneself
And I'm afraid I've found him wanting
What's to be done when you've found the one
But the thought of being with them is haunting?

A pure life and one condemned
I wouldn't risk tainting the cure
For how could one condemn the girl
That they would give the world for
Wilkes Arnold
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Wilkes Arnold  22/M/New England
(22/M/New England)   
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