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Nov 2014
You're going to look at me and think,
"Who the hell are you?"
And I'm going to stare right back as if to say,
*"What gives you the right to know?"
Meh. No energy for a proper note.
That, and my cat is on my keyboard,
so this is being made difficult.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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