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Aug 2016
panic rises again
I'm an ******* and I know that.
truth
was never one of my strengths
not even
towards myself.

I yearn for cernity
but I don't really trust it
for I am too afraid
of pain I'd have to face.
The pain that I'm causing everybody else by that is simply another truth I won't accept

a beer would be nice
maybe five would be better
I regret this

intensely
to I & G
anna
Written by
anna  25/Berlin
(25/Berlin)   
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   Doug Potter
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