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Aug 2014
Is pity passed down in the genes?
What about sympathy?
I fear I've inherited an overabundance of both.

It drains me to the point where I feel like a ghost.
Sometimes I wonder if I didn't die a long time ago.

Am I stuck in limbo,
just repeating the same old pattern?
This poem is shot. My mind is on Saturn.
JDK
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JDK  35/M/Japan
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