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Jan 2014
Whistling speeds my mind seems so clear
A dream with a beat echoing throughout my ears
My bones are dense yet my skin has been tattered
speak another word to me and expect ones heart to be shattered
To come and to go seems to be a reasonable thing
So leave your child alone and watch their life start crumbling
Patrick Charles Sites
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Patrick Charles Sites  24/M/Pittsburgh pa
(24/M/Pittsburgh pa)   
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