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Mar 2014
All this time I've been worried
about the one thing that was perfect
Now I'm lost,
dazed,
confused.

Getting back to where I started,
that's probably the only way.
I've gotta to backwards,
that's okay.

If I stay here,
I'll rot away.
Matthew Rousseau
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Matthew Rousseau  22/M/Massachusetts
(22/M/Massachusetts)   
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