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4d
I thought I found love but
Only found my self  dead
On a hotel bed in a ******
Hotel room,
Murderer was the
One who I thought loved
Then I wake up in my own bed room
It’s 2024 and I am safe I think I am
But I am not sure
Memories of a past reincarnation
Flea
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Flea  35/Gender Fluid/Ottawa
(35/Gender Fluid/Ottawa)   
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