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Jan 22
Even Doc Holliday had one friend
I don't even have one someone who'd pretend
Or one that's pretend
Maybe it's my fault, I am noticing a common thread
But what do I even matter, what does it even matter in the end?

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Jeremy Betts
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Jeremy Betts  42/M/Washington State
(42/M/Washington State)   
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