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Apr 2024
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This life feels like a prison,
but everything happens for a reason,
at least that is what they say.
All I can do is swallow my pride
and obey.

Well, anyway,
the guard will come to see me one day,
shouting: Hey, you! You've done your time!
And now we have to take you away!
Okay?!


Okay...

But where to?
Peter Balkus
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Peter Balkus  40/M/United Kingdom
(40/M/United Kingdom)   
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