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I am at double Four-double Four Thirty-Fourth Street, I could use a lift of sorts. I would like to remain nameless, my condition certainly is not. My being seems out of place; I have tried to keep focused. The last group of days have blurred together; meaning lessens by define. A bent key, I hold in my hand, the remnant of a jagged world unfulfilled by expectation; of which I no longer fit. Learned techniques fail me. I was given this number, by a caring friend; said it would lead me to truthful people. Deemed credible I choose. How I have hope, which is never lost! Without reluctance I continue - to the recommended anonym auditor; tranquility listens further to me
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
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I am at double Four-double Four Thirty-Fourth Street, I could use a lift of sorts. I would like to remain nameless, my condition certainly is not. My being seems out of place; I have tried to keep focused. The last group of days have blurred together; meaning lessens by define. A bent key, I hold in my hand, the remnant of a jagged world unfulfilled by expectation; of which I no longer fit. Learned techniques fail me. I was given this number, by a caring friend; said it would lead me to truthful people. Deemed credible I choose. How I have hope, which is never lost! Without reluctance I continue - to the recommended anonym auditor; tranquility listens further to me
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New York, USA
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
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