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Aug 2016
Sometimes it hits me
that all the anguish,
the disgust,
the numbness,
and ultimate defeat
that I had left behind
will only reignite as I age.

And sometimes,
The though of that
Makes me not want to do it at all.
What good is life if I have to live in constant fear of waking up one day and not wanting to be alive again?
Dust Bowl
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Dust Bowl
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