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Jan 2016
The world
Does not care
One bit

How I feel

I enjoy eating my meals

The therapist left
You know the deal

It's all an illusion
Is it even real?

Just keep saying
"Good"
When asked how you feel

Human beings aren't
Suppose to spend
So much time alone

I write these thoughts
I write poems
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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