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Oct 2014
I did it all for the money, lord
These raindrops been falling too much
and most days I can't find my strength,
pulling out parts of myself for sacrifice,
Winter nights spent with unknown faces,
This temple of yours seems so alien now
Tupelo
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Tupelo  23/M/Maryland
(23/M/Maryland)   
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