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Sep 2014
Now I don't
know why,
can't explain
it.
It's like this
feeling inside me
that grows with
each passing day.
Gradually and surely
increasing in intensity
until
                                           splat!

Brain's on the
                                                                ­                                                         wall.
The red
really complements
the green
paint.
It looks like
Christmas
only a little
more ******
up.
John
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John  28/M/New York
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