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Sep 2016
It's 10:11
A few minutes ago
I found myself

Lying ****
On the carpet
Of my room

A frown

It's my body
Despite years
Of trying

The left side
Remains
A bit more developed

I don't feel
Centered
Or content

I just frown
Into the mirror

And what's the point
Of this place

This is good shredded wheat

I still have no money

I never do

And why should I care?

I don't

My body
Unattractive
To women

Why me?

Akward
Alone

I'm not experiencing
The normal range
Of emotions

Thanks to this
Body imbalance

A God
Who
Obviously
Does not care

No female friends
Nothing new

Another stupid day

I read quite a bit
And watched documentaries

Blah blah Blah
The radio

I saw some grouse
On a hike in the Sierras

I would like
To go back soon

I would have just rather
Gone with my good friend

But he invited others....
Bleh

Next time I go
I'll spend a few days
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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   Bianca Reyes and Keith Wilson
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