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Jul 2017
There is a group of people
They sit in a grey room with no windows and
Try to piece together their grey puzzles

It is silent.

sometimes they
take pieces from each other
only to find they do not fit and are more confused than they were before

Stuck on pride

There has been only one puzzle the whole time

It is true we are our own worst enemy
But
Can you even find where that piece hides?
erin walts
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erin walts  22/F/texas
(22/F/texas)   
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