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Jan 2016
I have a **** magazine to my left.
The pictures, they don't do anything.
The games on my computer.
Analyzed and stripped of any recreational value.
I don't have the want for people
So I make no effort to call them
I'm wearing 4 layers
tanktop, tshirt, sweater, jacket.
I'm still cold, very cold.
I've trained myself to be patient.
"time will pass."
So I sit here on my bed.
Cold, and numb.
Waiting.
Courtlyn Quay
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Courtlyn Quay  United States
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