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Feb 1
Having a good heart tore me apart.
With my face feeling that burning water. I swear it was liquid fire. But I'm drowning in defeat.  Can't stand on my feet. I knew love wasn't be easy. I keep busy. But a good heart gave them ice cold flames a wave. I'm shredding the shore pleading to avoid mental war.
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
(28/M/Minnesota)   
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   Weeping willow
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