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Dec 2014
Independent.
One thing I've never been accused of being.
Because I'm a leech that clings and feeds.
A moth that hovers too closely to things that singe its wings.
I'm this omnipresent mass of sadness and tear filled eyes.
But independent?
No.
I'm not that.
Circa 1994
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Circa 1994  Florida
(Florida)   
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