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Jul 2014
Ran from mistakes ran to mistakes
When your heart is broken it's hard not to break.

Counting on people I lost count,
Even the good ones took a bad rout.

I don't hold or play unforgiveness,
All you win is bitterness and confusion.

Knock me out and make sure you see my face to,
Cause see I waited for all my life to show you what eternity is ...

Whatever you do here will echo there,
When all this is down I hope I hear the sound of a faithful pier, a son that never quit and a friend that was always there.

So I'm in fear but not scared,
Love is my aim I aim my bullets there
My words my actions my fear my friend your loved one ...will be right here
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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   Taylor Pyle
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