2,161 days

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I hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime i hope we find paradise but I've been going through something 2,161 days I've been going through something i now am afraid no matter the bulletproof start a wood bullet pierced my heart laced with a cyanide the kind that made jim jones fear god a subtle way of gutting me alive inside truth twisted into fine lines a lonely way to feel hopeless a naval base ending with a red vest exhausted ive been going through something mostly in my head looking for a neutral battlegrounds my unethical story that has been miss lead

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