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Mar 2014
Galvanized hearts make up my past,
I wandered through perils that passed,
only found dread and despair.
This is my lair,
one of lonely existence.

Care to join on my endless quest of misery?
There's room enough for two!
None will pull the trigger,
to find the barrel empty...
Alas the days wane empty like me.
Ito
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Ito  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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