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Jun 2017
How can I live brain damaged and disfigured like the lights seeping in through the walls don't trigger frightening synesthetic psychoses that exile my mind from the pinnacle of this oasis to the furthest borders of the existential void?
Leo
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Leo  32/M/Massachusetts
(32/M/Massachusetts)   
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