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May 25
Solitude is calling to me again.
She calls to me on
those dire nights and I
always answer her siren song.
She knows when I am
drained, detached or drowning
and will lift me from the
depths in my
time of need.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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