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Nov 2014
I* sleep for whose purpose, mine, yours or a greater being
The **** since childhood had prevented recollection of my precious, memorable, memories.
The only remaining of  my past would be the scars across my ankles teasing.
The **** since childhood had prevented relationships and education, but the realization for the victim is a worthless being. A worthless soul of energy.
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HerrAichach  20/M/London
(20/M/London)   
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     Shruti Atri, ryn, Rosalie Walker and Emmy
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