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Sep 2016
"...Walking out of that place
With you, my friend, by my side,
I felt like a soldier after war:
I was void of my senses.
I lacked all feeling of physical pleasure
And pain.
I forgot what it meant to possess
Simplicity, joy, and contentment,
Like a billionaire who indulges his every whim
Then overdoses on ******* or ******
Or one too many bullets to the head..."
The man who has everything is often the one who has nothing at all.
Jim Marchel
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Jim Marchel  30/M/Back home where I belong
(30/M/Back home where I belong)   
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