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Aug 2016
It only gets stranger

The same man
At the same time

What is he doing
In the recycling bin
At the gym?

Taking out bottles
Out of the bin

He is not homeless
I know that

Strange

He once told a gym friend
I had met there

"Cover your mouth
I don't want to catch
A ******* cold"

Or something to that effect

Overheard some of his
Other conversations
He seems like a decent bloke

You know
What does all of this
This human existence add up to?

It is just a natural process
The food goes in

The body goes here
Goes there

I don't have the body
Women desire
And it doesn't matter
How much I work out

See, the world
Never cares about
My needs

So ******* world
******* meaningless world

The therapist just halfway pretended
I miss the companionship

He husband's big chest
Is what she desires
His strong martial arts body

I go unnoticed
Who cares really?

The dog shat in the hall
I threw it away outside

I eat my yogurt cup

Will I make an appearance
In the gardens today?

People are gone
It is quiet
I like it quiet

So Yea
Whatever
This is me
My life

It could always be worse
I guess

Tis' better to have never loved
Then to have loved and lost
That way you can't get hurt

The emptiness continues
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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   Keith Wilson
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