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Sep 2016
Now I can understand why
They self medicate

Now the weight of the world
Fallen on me

The heaviness of mid-life
Not yet having lived one

Here,
Where it is hot all the time

And hurriedly we go
Like on hot coals

Like in a hell made
Of us consuming ourselves
Sin city
Fake
           A life I cannot take...
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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