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Nov 2014
No one ever said life was easy.
Nor did anyone say life was hard.

Confused and alone my underlying soft gorans. Of unbearable sadness crawls and creeps up on me like the men who pumped and dumped me in the trash on my uncovered *** so I pop a little and then giggle I survived and strived all this time but not on my own I still live with my soft groans of sadness caused by pure madness.
Written by
lamont el gran
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