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Nov 2014
The world's empty promises never amounted to the, once hopeful, expectations of my heart.
I pretend I am living when in reality, I am just a sad, hollow soul desperately waiting to be put out of life's hopeless misery.



We are all dying.
We only call it living for the ones who are unable to bear the truth.
Jordan
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Jordan  Texas
(Texas)   
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