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Apr 2014
I can't wait to let my life adorn my skin in blood and ink.
They tell me to think about it, to wait until I'm older.
They think that I'll regret it when I'm older and my muscles fail.
But at the rate I'm going I won't make it that far.
And that makes me smile.
Jake
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