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Mar 19
You don’t always do your job well
Even though you were designed for it
Both lack of and intense effort
Have gone into how you store it
Transport it
Hide it

You hold happiness and sadness
Anger and anxiety
Even when you break down
Everyone looks to you for safety

No matter how long I live
I don’t think I’ll see the death of you
Even though I want to
Justin Douglas Banks
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Justin Douglas Banks  29/M/Montana
(29/M/Montana)   
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