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Jan 2015
Pain
I'm real.
Slowly but surly dying as each breath leaves my lungs.
I'm alive and I matter.
I feel it in my gut.

Stuck in a movie reel
The same day looping over and over and over again...
Waiting for the moment I build enough courage to just hop on out.
To finally see how this ****** movie ends.
Philip J Fry
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Philip J Fry  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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