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Apr 2014
As I stand on the beach and let the tide over take my legs I wonder.
Where are you going?
Why did you have to leave?
The thing is I already know these answers.
Maybe I just like talking to myself at 6 a.m before people show up and bug me.
Cause who wants a crazy guy who talks to himself ruining their beach time.
Jake
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