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Aug 2014
You can't hear me can you.
You are too busyΒ Β manipulating numbers
trying to collect data of the people you ******.
And why you count another ******
I whisper I love you.
And why you realized you miss counted and configure the numbers again
I whisper I need you.
And why you gloat of your endeavors
I cry in the back room.
Francisco DH
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Francisco DH  21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina
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