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Dec 2014
Alone with the relentlessiness of doubt; with out reason.  Thoughts laboring my heart continously suffering,  with the agony of pain. The harsh reality of time echos throughout my vains; many times over, these thoughts; lay claim like a quiet storm, held captive by the damage of ancient remains.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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