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I run amok. I am only happy when I am stuck. Addicted to the struggle, just to fight the fight. I turn out the lights just to feel the fright. I chase these storms so I can look them in the eye, and curse the words " **** you ", right before I die.
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Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
A Lions Heart
I run amok. I am only happy when I am stuck. Addicted to the struggle, just to fight the fight. I turn out the lights just to feel the fright. I chase these storms so I can look them in the eye, and curse the words " **** you ", right before I die.
Owen-C-Swenson
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32/M/Minnesota
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
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