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Aug 2015
my head lays heavy on my pillows
comfortless filled in each and every one of them
these thoughts have multiplied in the millions
its an issue
but whenever they're gone I miss it
I wonder when I think that way
is that the real me thinking and speaking internally
pleading for me
To see differently.
Joel Becerra
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Joel Becerra  tx
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   Juneau and NV
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