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Apr 2014
Let me move again. Paralyze by my sight . I can't run . I'm in shock . A deity has marked me. Air so cold and misty . A breeze of guilt n sorrow brushes my face . I'm done . Let's just dance the tango of death
Think
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Think  35/M/Los Angeles
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