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Jan 2014
127
feels like i have no potential but must keep trying to move this mountain its assential will not be trapped like 127 hours left to live or escape and i love to much to leave it to fate my heart beats slowly and reach the point of tunmel vision hard to live when the days of pain are the ones u miss now im just trapped tryin to live
Dennis Scherle
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Dennis Scherle  welland
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