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Sep 2014
by Arcassin Burnham




why bring so much pity down upon me,

did i make you mad by showing up until 3,

the punishment sickens me,

stuck in the satisfaction of not knowing,

but the bucket of sins makes me complete,

if anything thing looking for a sense of empathy,

some say i need therapy,

but with myself  i need a soul finding.
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Arcassin B
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Arcassin B  23/M/Palm Coast , FL
(23/M/Palm Coast , FL)   
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